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Each dreamy desire so gently implied
What girlish indulgence have I denied
I would forfeit a fortune to furnish your fancies
With the fragrance of mint and fermented candies
But what have a left you of permanence
What lasting impression and consequence
An emptiness not furnished yet
In rancid realms of raw regret
What have I left you with in swelling supply
A hatred so heavy it will never die
It will neither succumb not slowly subside
It coldly confronts me from all sides

Rusted ruins run with rodents
Silent stares and muted moments
Hardened by hurt and starkly inert
Desolate darkness in depths of dirt
Deemed undesirable and never finding peace
Whatever was admirable is darkened and deceased
My pale and pasty portrait is such a wicked waste
Whittled down to worthlessness and washed away with haste
This tide has turned against me and has drowned me in dismay
A shallow shadow shedding the shimmer of gladder days
Just continue to poison your progeny against me
So far you've stayed factual with nary a trace of falsity