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Submitted: January 04, 2012

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Submitted: January 04, 2012



Irked be my ego of tragedies past


Beyond the bourn of plausibility




Shunned not the wage of possibility



For the memories forsake me aghast




Not a tear shall collapse nor be refrained


If so fear's mighty reflection shall quake


The art of bane I wish not unto partake


However rather I'd wish it be waned



Alas fickle humanity may be


As valiant many a table have turned


Notably all hope has been spurned


It is from this scene that I shall flee



Such quaint emotions vast I pen


As they coo carnal whispers of yen

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