with a wry wink
you have me, but you don't.
If I weren't a saving saint
would you have allowed
a failing diasporic taint?
I'm amusing, you're a muse.
Who's surprised? by this abuse.
If I weren't a saving saint
would you have allowed
a failing diasporic taint?
I'm amusing, you're a muse.
Who's surprised? by this abuse.
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