The worldly ways
How hurting
This chewing mindtrip
How very chafing
It scantly matters
If thy heart cries
None to tread on
Only the wilder skies
Kins and gals
Can be a pain
Your loving feelings
Can go down the drain
One must never adore
Too much a love
With barbs flying high
How can ye expect a dove
Me, no more of that vision
I bawl slowly, in seclusion.
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