Sanguine with his content he went awol
Slipping on the genes he sank into post-work relocation and relaxation
Alive with possibilities he strode into the room
Falling to pieces he went over a cliff
Tremors ran through the dust
All to impress the girl, and all for naught
Caves opened up in the hills around him
Possibilities stretching to the horizon
But i n front, a need to clean the house
*sigh*

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