You lay distressing,
You live in constant fear of losing,
That which is already lost.
You keep digressing,
You dropp a single tear, then forget
Just how much such losses cost.
You live depressing,
You say you feel quite queer, unhappy
Then run to them and accost.
(May 17,2010)
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