free
Date: Friday, 1st February 2008 @ 02:02:27 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: conorshawn
free
As sour as this lemon be
Charged and cut in pieces three
With salt and water I am free
Uncross me now, I will it be.
Let this lemon do it's task
It's cleansing power I do ask
As this lemon dries in air.
Free me from my dark despair.
Uncross! Uncross! I break his curse.
But let not my simple spell reverse.
I wish no ill, nor wish him pain
I wish only to be free again.
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