In the barren ground a body lies
as if the body cries
one wonders what has happened
to lay down painful blue
who would break a flower
in the midst of spring
who might have done unto you
a burden to hard to carry
so bury it as if no soul
and while playing foul
the perverted mind
finds fertile soil
what spoil...
oh misery! M
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