Weeping convoluted pain
Down the stair-lines
Overcoming grief, with
Hanging head,
He marched down
His involuntary steps
With uncanny loathsome thoughts
Accounting no faith
To any whim or fancy;
And was tending fad
To his growing contempt,
That life racing death
Has no chance to fancy a win
But,
To vile his doused strength
With fading lines
Fluffing the border
With lacuna of
Unrestricted pain!
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