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Consumption

A saddened heart without progression,
A consuming state of manic depression,
Does this melancholy give your mind a mental erection?
Does this radiating gloom that attaches to the walls this sorrowful room, make you moist?
Without a choice, 
With every endeavor, 
You try to unravel your sick and twisted pleasure,
You can’t fight the inevitable,
So you find ways to make each rhyme pleasurable,
With each scornful sullen word I spew,
Leaves a stench that is me and lingers an odor that is you.

(2013)

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