Get Over It


What melodies arise this morning from you.
Duplicitous objet d'art, counterfeit vous!
Take the stars from my eyes;
Turn the truths into lies;
Reveal to her tender feelings in light,
While whispers in darkness mark my plight.
Refrain from banalities, I have no care
For vacant words resonant in a hollow lair.
Naturally I knew you ludicrous twit.
Convoke your wounded egotism and get over it.

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