I am frustration
Maybe you are, too
It is so painful
To always be refused But when I say I wouldn't miss you
I am wrong I have been waiting
Waiting for a clue
It has gotten so waiting
Is all I seem to do You can come to me and
I wouldn't mind
You can correct me when I am wrong
It is inevitable Like the fall from the ages
Of Etruscan minds
Or the springing from cages
Of criminals and lions.
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