impulse to shut this down ignited
as i slipped my fingers through the pages
previous entries of emotions slighted
as i fearfully review those ages
nights are those that bygone which bygone
day numerous is afore the presence
lost were hope i stagger to mourn
bewailing in air my favourite incense
fond of sniffing i retain the rue
sensing perversity i abandon the truth
letdropping my eyelids i no longer rule
deemed a fool my head came cool
shrew to be tamed tame not a shrew
who is a shrew to disapprove
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