the irony be.
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why dear
sweet...
must you
my irony
be?
the ..thorn
within
my hearts-
bruised-
ass!
which always
seeks
strengthening.
(yet breaks
like so much
glass.)
when you
needed
a devil,..
i the devil
was..
(ditto for
angels.)
and all
because..
without
you I
strangle!!
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i have
screamed
(through the
centuries)
my protests
against the
gods who
cursed us.
(from that
heaven
where they
dangle.)
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so...
why
(my
sweet)
must
you my
Irony
Be?!
am I
Truly
(now)
The
Nothing!!!???
(you refuse
to see.)
j.s.h.
