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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Bastard at My Feet
A darkened cloud, a blackened sky Hovers over us, we are enveloped You turn away, I close my eyes And curse the day I came to love you. You close your heart as well as your mouth And refuse to speak my name I try to close my soul like you And refuse to play the game. You turn away-and away-yet again You smother my love beneath your hate I do not want your rage and fear Don't need your apologies..
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