The plundering of my soul
is no secret, listless grieving
The pleasure of my suffering
for your expensive teething
No frustrations will you bear,
I'm the eclair of your delight
Exaggerate your folly,
as you fuck me up all night
Forgiveness is a foothold,
to some amazing grace
But for freedom from this internal war,
there has to be a place...
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