Is one able to yearn
When burned
Having never learned
To wait ones turn
So sojourn...
I’ve a right to bale
When lovers fail
Tucked is my tail
Leaving a paper trail
Unanswered mail...
I look for solace
My formidable edifice
On the edge of malice
Up in my palace
Blunt cowardice...
So in conclusion
This web of delusion
Self-inflicted confusion
My mental pollution
Sentenced seclusion...
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