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My Gift

For what can I trade this depression?
Nature has made no concession,
For peace in this world of transgression.
Unheap from my head and do lessen,
The burden to fettered, I am.
A needle, bobble or pence indeed,
I'd trade my cold lover for such.
I yearn for the day when I will be free
And my temple crushed into dust.
thegrey thegrey 26-30, M May 28, 2010

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