The Fruitless Binge

No glass was left unscathed
For the night retained
Its juvenile sway

For chaos ruled
Our trembling days
So we burdened the eves
With our harbored dismay

As the night
Teetered, unhinged
And the meek hearts yearned
For a fruitless binge

They cleaved
Each virgin craft
Through rivers brewed gold
On their fever-driven rafts

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