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Smacking in the May, Leaving me in the Grey

With a grudge of touch, with the dark slush

Had been left wretched, as if I were cursed

Tied her for the rubbles left of me, despised her for the lost glee

Chained myself to the sorrow, bared it in my swallow

Look, what it caused me, the pain of losing you doomed me

Starving myself to death, you really were a Zibeth.

Cutting my vein, you really were the cocaine.

You left the pages blank, and broke my flank

And I still persist in this starving doom

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