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Misery

 

Misery

all on me

constantly

 

What you do to me

my remedy

to reality

 

more for thee

could only be

 

Speak your name

and you came

just the same

 

They’re to blame

in your good name

as you came

 

tame

 

Help to bring

is the thing

that we sing

 

Magical ring

that will cling

to our being

 

in which we take wing

 

After you have left

we shall have the gift

from the wretched

 

For you will start again

and they will fall

in the stretch

 

from a breath

 

More to come

in the numb

from the dumb

 

As a bum

which is from

the fallen crumb

 

to shun

and run

 

Blasphemy

atastrify

for all to see

 

Askily

it shall be

with calamity

 

unwillfully

and wrongfully

 

Misery

what it be

we shall see

 

more for me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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