the irony be

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!!

++++

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.