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Shall I now lower the fog upon my face now that you have disgraced me?

Fall in a shallow hole you dug discreetly from that narcissistic place conniving

To replace me

Shall I stand below your rain drenching wet in selfish pain,

Be a rag too erase your shame, as if I were a bloody stain  

Beneath thee

Shall I, tear the past apart as you throw away the heart, which creates me?

Wipe away from your mouth all the venom that you spout, and all the pain

You chained within me

Shall you know the cost of freedom for someone else’s treasonous reason!

“Shall I” take your sisters hand; have her call me her loving man,

Just to disgrace thee………Shall I?