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November 19, 2010
This smoldering pot
rattles and shakes.
This clattering lid
cannot hold that which stews.
This simmering rage
burns like a fire in my mouth,
aching to spill out.
My one regret boils over
but it cannot extinguish the flame;
Your sin most ugly
fuels my fire.
To excise you from my mind,
is my one desire.
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