Sam
Sam,
A man,
A good man
Is now tainted
We judge by the shallow sketches painted;
In the crimson, pallid, and cobalt dream,
The devil scheme,
A mean plan.
God bless …
Sam
Male,
A sex,
A pretext.
Man is a lie.
Behind closed doors great heroes often cry.
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