That being said, I shall have you know
I have swum its torrid rivers and deserts
Escaped its prisons with the skin of my teeth
I met a lovely broad, she sintered my soul
Plucked me from misery, and left me to croak
In a week of my repressed language and love
My heart died at parting, my soul is now cold
Now I lie awake, assaulted in words and woe
The verses don't form, the poems don't flow
This was the very reason I have cowered in fear
Kept my heart walled and drank all my tears
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