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in poetry •  7 years ago 

A thousand times this life’s been played.
A thousand times this play performed.
The poison house where once I stayed
Will stand for years on end adorned
With nothing save disgrace and mold.
The ivy creeps upon the door.
The mind is feeble, sickly, old
That lurks behind the spreading sore.
And hell is here for all to see
Who dare would look inside of me.

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