Years down the lane the poet believes she can look back and not feel anymore hurt
Years down the lane the poet may finally or may still not be understood for her lunatic actions
Years down the lane this poet will render due apologies to where they need be sent
But now, this very moment, she is grappling for a hold on something, and with the grease gradually coming off her hands she is finding that grip…almost…almost there, do not, she begs of you, do not interfere
This poet is currently out of her mind
And asks not for a remedy
Leave her….
Leave her be mad
Leave her be stark, raving, mad
*The vulture says: “I seek long life with my foolishness”*
UPSILAMBA!!! 
This poet!
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True sometimes people just have to understand that we don’t want to be cured. Nice piece.
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Precisely…the vulture is wise in its foolishness.
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Hmmmm, this…A new dawn arrives?
This should be interesting in what comes after…
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She has no idea what will come after. We’ll see.
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Noted
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Amazing…..to say the least…
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Eben thanks.
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Hey, I just thought you should see this williamsaintgeorge.blogspot.com/2013/12/exeunt-on-whim.html
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