A Lovers Lament.

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And so here I 

Am,

Tethered to 

A

World

I despise by 

Shackles

Of love.

How's that 

for

Irony?

When my Soul's 

Ambition 

Is a Midnight Bridges 

Final leap,

Or to lay my 

Head 

Upon Cold Tracks 

while

Smiling for a 

Final 

Time

Before Deaths

Black 

Train Comes!

(and The visions

In me dim.)

J.S.H.