A Pair of Ones, a Paradice
A two-faced snake my self-love paralyzed,
Whose toxic fangs impurely freeze my will.
The one all past events remakes despised,
The other future wants will ne'er fulfill;
Regret resents my past to make me languish,
While doubt my future wrecks and makes unsure.
I should prevent my own apparent anguish,
Yet doubt/regret combined proves quite the lure.
This mix, despair, invents a mess of tricks,
My famine's foison in its blest appeal;
Defanged and pure, this wretched drug addicts,
How like a potion does its poison feel!
Addicted to self-loathing's desperate bliss,
With blithe despair I tempt this serpent's kiss.
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