the wind sings a song of torment
a constant string of lashings to your
ever tender ego
love is illusive
and you lack the ability
to decipher the code
so your words spill out of your mouth
the sentences you form are more disconcerting
then the sound of your mother making love
"humility" not being part of your ever-shrinking vocabulary
you continue onto a path of sure destruction
walk oh oblivious one
onward to your destiny of despair.
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- jess
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