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loss

At the heart of loss
Lives a gory malcontent
 
Petulant and peevish
Though, believes all is his to vent
 
Tardy and resilient
He resembles faith and stakes
 
Tossing verbatum, verse and parody
As stand in witches slowly burn

(2013)

Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth

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