The joy of blaming
the welfare of despise
the thrill of supposing you're being taken advantage of
the dearest pleasure: to refuse
just like my wiser said:
Had it been a healthy, strong soul
my other road would have shouted: Hurray!
instead, his eyes went brittle and hysterical
What he could though, open his mouth excited
in the morning air
he didn't
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