If words are all I have left to lose.
How dare I call you a muse…
I didn’t notice you holding such a short fuse.
What safe hand you played…
What a uneven balance your scales weighed…
Leaving everything mangled and dismayed…
I
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
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If words are all I have left to lose.
How dare I call you a muse…
I didn’t notice you holding such a short fuse.
What safe hand you played…
What a uneven balance your scales weighed…
Leaving everything mangled and dismayed…
I
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