My heart is violently shaking, my breath is like a storm against a wall, listen to me in silence as I set forth my case, as I make known paths my feets had not trod.I am nothing, my work is less than nothing, but you cried like a woman in labour, you plunder with none to rescue, yet on thee I poured out the warms of my love, I made you drink from my endless pool of love, and for my reward, you consigned me to the memory-gate of your betrayal,
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