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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Joy
I wish you joy in your life Pleasures of the heart To keep you sane and warm When you are deep within the dark. I wish you happiness in home Splendor in your bed To keep you hot and bothered When you are buried deep and dead. I wish to you these things, These that you stole from me I hope you enjoy your life When your heart no longer beats. raw || truth |