Untitled3 Poem by Alc Harris
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Like a bite
The infernal itch
That leaves dissatisfaction,
Abrades my soul.
Why has mercy me forsaken
thus I am closed to exculpation
To sustain torment
Is to justify
when it is not, what was taken
But what I
No longer have
That brings in rain
To ply this heart
With undying pain
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