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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Thorn In My Side
You said you wanted to be free You told me to my face, explicitly You needed room, some air to breathe Funny, that it was news to me. You wanted to be king, to be the man You ruled with your fist and the back of your hand Your temper a force to be reckoned with You friends an army of filth.
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