He Wept Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

He Wept



i do not think i can take this anylonger,
this agonizing love, has made me a lone monger
i do not know what i must do, to make this pain make its leave
but im thinking that the possibility is bleakly faint to weave it out
this thought in my cerebreal has poisoned me desperately
so here i sit, what do i do i think, as i sit and cry away weepingly.

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