Pan of Pain
The anger is a boil on my thought
You in so much and many words
Ran the bases before I called you out.
You have to pretend now to win
All your wins are actually losses.
When it first was an actualization
I watched love slowly slip away
The so far turned to the surely near
In the end - yeah there was one -
All the boiling water left a crust
around the pan of pain
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