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ABHORRENCEI got it bad, How can be glad? I bet I’d show thee The incarnate Angel I be Instead you saw of my lot Nothing but the Satan’s exposé Now I suffer the bite Of reverse Claustrophobia Resentment is now my buddy My face the heaviest thing to lift How can I be happy??? (c) Nyasi short forms 2004. Blessingtone Nyasi Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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