a jester in denial
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love,
you fed me thorns,
but the roses in your
eyes
assured they went
down gently.
i'd kill , or die for you
if i thought it'd help
anything.
but
can sweet tears mend
your wretched (cut on)
smile?
i seemed like a
God
to you once upon a
time!
(but have since become
a jester in denial.)
jsh
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