Copyright
2000, Sara Zwern
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Discontentment
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- Knawing endlessly
- On my life,
- You leave your legacy
- Of utter hopelessness.
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- Pulling on my heart
- Like an unbearable weight,
- You sink my dreams
- Before they are launched.
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- And yet
- You have your value.
- You're cod liver oil
for my soul,
- A bitter potion without
which,
- I would never have
- Enough...
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