Upside down inside out stretched from
every angle much to tangled.
Lawyers nearly every day more hay
that grows in air.
Foolish waste a wanton loss of life
every thing on this is red.
My eyes no sleep back wept for he
wondering why you he here so much
of the time.
Patiently waiting for this life O mine.
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