“the SOL[die]RING off …”

Burn, boil, heat, soil.

My soul is dying.

Lying has done me in.

Crying no longer works.

No tears spout forth.

Only the sad of bad prim.

The acceptability of a society, wrought.

And a man like myself, untaught and then undone.

You were once an idea of mine.

Now even rhymes fail to avoid the insensible.

I mean the sol[die]ring off.

Our bands of love no longer complete.

No treats in store any more.

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