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by Christine Emilia Luz

You dare to blame me for all the shortcomings
When its you, its me and all and sundry
But its you, first and foremost, who placed us in a crate
So the culpability is mostly yours to take

You leave us behind from time to time
And return with unfilled passion
With rhythm
But no Heart

I suffer with anger
I suffer with hurt
That you do not take your part of the answerability
When I had never disclaimed misdemeanor