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this impossible
up, down, sideways, I miss
bitter language of love
fluent, I speak just this
pray you, set afoot
a game I cannot win
beside you, stand I may
if beauty bid me then
thus, a catalyst
of monument despair
if ever I had chanced
A blackened heart's affair
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carpe diem
Poetrybrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
