You've captured my imagination, charasmatic mess, in the wake of your =
Devestation, I'm your best work yet. Fascinating back drop of romantic =
Poverty, obsessed with herbs and healing cures, obsessed with healing =
Me! But you're the one that's dying, a sudden downpour fading fast, =
Rapidly unwinding to a bitter draft. Around your high poetic brow, =
Around your pleasant neck, a veil of grandiosity competes with epithets. =
You're better off relying on meteorology than to keep on justifying why =
You impose on me. Your path of mass destruction will blow right by me =
Now, you dissipate your energy you cannot knock me down.
Submitted by: Mel
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