Jagged protuberant plucked feathers
has erupted the beautifully arranged
parallel barbed form vane of thee…

Cometh now the rainfall of unacceptable, and
intolerable behavior, dealt to thee out from
a game of whist, thou playeth in love all too fair…

Whence cometh this morally reprehensive
plague that covers thine existence with
repulsive vengeance? Thou hast been
transfixed, and impaled into another, whilst
thou yet sat at the table in thine own chair.

Cometh now a violent disturbance of strength,
from out of thine soul the piercing cry, “I have
loved and lost, whilst the wound is deep near to death,
I will not give up the ghost, but will love again!”

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