Better a wasp that stings and dies,
Than the sobs that my heart cries,
The pain begins with the dawn of days,
And stabs the heart in a thousand ways,
Burns the soul from deep within,
Eat my corpse these ghastly vermin,
The only thought that brought me bliss,
Was taken aways by time’s hiss,
The gashes of distance break me apart,
Bringing forth whats in my heart…

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