The Poet vs Rehabilitation Individual

Such a delightful evening

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But not for you

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My poor poor nightingale

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Swimming in a measurable breath

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Loosing all sense of time and place

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Your head is straight but vulnerable

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You are confident and but be cautious

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Seems you are scrambling for a foothold

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Though you are completely disoriented

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With a diminished legacy of righteousness

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Search for a drop of vengeance

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Face it, confront them

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Engage those resistive, prevail

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And raise above all.


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