She’s cad on her chosen path

I wallow and wade in a viscous inamorata

Peeling off that old sludge

My pyre has withstood the gales and gusts

Perilously trying to rekindle the departed

An anemic which negates logic

I’m the worm with fortified sentiment

Yet I crumble when accosted

That woman’s quite the terrorist

Abandoned in the vortex of her maelstrom

So, why do I endure

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