A daggerDeep withinYour spine, It splinters painInto your mind, And only dissapearsWith time.
That would be rejection Herbert. Been a long day.
OUCH! ! ! ! !
Sandra, what disappears, the dagger or the pain?
If the pain disappears then you have become stardust, they could name a new star after you Sosborne.
Just having fun.
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