To my dearest fate
why can't you wait
for my end to irrigate?
It has been so long
for my lonely song
to show me the wrong.
I have travelled afar
while my violent mar
has filled my jar.
This sweet corruption
has labeled destruction
on my construction.
Do I disassemble
what I misassembled?
So to my dearest fate
I hereaby exfoliate
your long, tiresome weight.
9-17-06
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