Her mind fails to find a way and falters to crazy – lost control soon as it was all to gain
The veritable comedienne shackled and shamed, tamed beyond any known reasoning
Sure there’s blame and everything corrupted in between
These eyes appear to be the loneliest item on her dutiful fixture – list, to twist and yearn back to precious shape
Somehow, anyhow, only God knows how
These wits have been inordinately split and she gets to feel it every single tumultuous day from here on in
The pain ran away with her in a twenty – year instance

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