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isn’t grey the finest shade to fill the sky to aptly fade from misery’s old masquerade a drowsy disposition isn’t Cupid’s mind to blame for wretched love for passion’s claim straight through my heart, his perfect aim and malice ever after don’t you hear the sounds that teem the clustered speech the cities scream soars echoed from my latest dream of blushed reverberation can’t you see I’m busy here with killing time with bruising fear your missives were most insincere and left me thus with nothing GBE Written June 6th, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 07:41 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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