Live and Let It Die
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As the last bit of uncertainty
Splatters over the worn-out
tongue and groove
I sit here
Waiting
Wondering if I will live or die
From embarrassment
I was no more
Than a jester
In your court
When I thought myself a lady
Vying for your favor
Now that I have been
Called out as a fool
I desperately want to disappear
To dissolve through the cracks in the floor
And hide in the shadows
Until I recover
from the confusion
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