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CORDS OF FEELINGS
What more can I write
Except to stagger
On paper
What good has it done
Only to deepen
Sudden depression
What help such has become
When pain becomes acute
What light it bringeth forth
Only a shadow
Of what once was
Such disaster it has been
In my lonely prison
In shackles of emotion
And dour- faced beauties
What hope has it brought
Except a similar one
Of future forever’s
What more can I write
Only that I’m down at heart
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