words flail half formed and stop short of my tongue
i thought i earned this coiled snake
but i am who i have always been.
seeking a cypress
bury me 'neath a cypress
and never again will i complain,
no more. yearning is deep within
my chest and continues
pushing me stumbling toward the ledge
crying and laughing maniacally
but bury me 'neath a cypress
and never again will i complain,
no more.
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