Your Cowardliness


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My presence is your sickness
As you walk out the door
You confound me
With your diabolic
acts,
And talks,
-I howl like a psycho-
I cry obtusely
I'm the misdeed
that lies at the end
of an alley
in a dirty puddle.
I'm the pang
In the soldier's wound
But not the scream
that demonstrates
cowardliness..

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