Run Its Course
L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You are an excuse of miscalculations.
The patience I once afforded you...
Has long run its course.
When I said I divorced myself from nonsense,
That included yours as well.
The adolescence of immaturity...
Is the core of the nightmarish hell.
And I do not condone heat on my peace of mind!
My need is to provide substance.
And your needs are just to abuse the idea!
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