Impaired Disparity

September 28, 2016

I sever whatever

Not out of spite

I sunder yet wonder

What fits into right

I pillage in tillage

Where some things grow

I curse and what's worse

Is I just don't know

I yearn to discern

If claimed to belong

I feel but repeal

What fits into wrong

I survey as dismay

Adjoins itself here

I stalled as I mauled

When it struck so clear

I rapine your weapon

As it needs no use

I kill yet instill

And pertain no excuse

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