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Break my spine in half
and I'll cry, so you think
but look for an anchor
or you'll drown in a roar
of my maniacal laugh
the exasperated distress
Of the paradox I fess
is that they're tears for real
burning agony
aggravated misery
grating Calvary
now I'm on the floor
writhing like a dying eel
damp eyes, smile on face
I privately squeal