It is with heavy heart and lightweight eyes
I forward this message of my despise
A torrent of feelings.that can’t be damned
Of feeling so little in a world so grand
The spit and spittle of the unwelcome rain
The amputation of words that silence the pain
A cheap plaster to cover up deep wounds
Coming undone like laces on a worn shoe
What could be would only be fantasy
A dozen mistakes in the thirteenth dynasty
It is with my trodden heart and pulped eyes
I end this message of my demise.
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