Beneath the warmth she wastes
On me lies a will
To embrace a new path that tastes
Sweeter than the pill
I'd inflicted on her willingness
To separate me from the bush
In which malaise married madness
To make Pius push
Mabel away from the stable
Union she brought along although
Pius played the rebel
Without a chance to advance or grow
Into a more mature man
With a vision to reason beyond
Prison and treason tan
Whose tattoos couldn't consolidate into a bridal bond.t
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