From life and its

pleasures, yous chose 

a long time ago to chisel

me out and distress me

to quite

another place.

You laced me with the

poison of despair, and

of the hope

that hates you, 

makes (you),


leave in better times

and marvello-

us ways we

might once have

scene, and dined and

done and won.  And 

in truth,

I never wanted the

clever route to reboot

my life.  All I clearly

asked of yous, of

you, were the

ones and toos of 

also being close to that

body of warmth 

which isn’t 

the corruption 

of my  


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