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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Bitter
Bitter in your youth Hateful in old age You never knew the truth Of your gilded cage. Open your eyes dear Banish the lies There is no need to fear All good things must die. Bitterness a cold dessert Rage fuels your appetite Eat your fill of the dirt Drink from the well of spite. Open your heart, love Dare to be the brave one What is there to be afraid of? When your life is already done. Bitter worms crawl inside Wiggling, squirming, in your brain Rotten heart, from youth til now Save yourself from the throes of pain. raw || truth |