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Bitter Wind

Here I stand, pleading to appease With handfuls of the finest dirt To the queen, I offer in shame Asking diamonds in return Just maybe _Always just maybe_ She'll finally be impressed When every synapse I've ever had Is reduced to pink and red pulp With white flecked amongst A dusty black dashboard   I submit to bitter wind to remind myself The world is still revolving Perhaps around her, steady and unending But revolving nevertheless

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