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You've captured my imagination, charasmatic mess, in the wake of your = Devestation, I'm your best work yet. Fascinating back drop of romantic = Poverty, obsessed with herbs and healing cures, obsessed with healing = Me! But you're the one that's dying, a sudden downpour fading fast, = Rapidly unwinding to a bitter draft. Around your high poetic brow, = Around your pleasant neck, a veil of grandiosity competes with epithets. = You're better off relying on meteorology than to keep on justifying why = You impose on me. Your path of mass destruction will blow right by me = Now, you dissipate your energy you cannot knock me down. Submitted by: Mel