You Left Me
You left me hewing the rock of fame;
Constructing the titanic colossus of name.
And joined those devouring milk and butter,
Refusing to stand out from the clutter.
And now the sculpture of renown I've carved;
It's delicate and precarious frame I've shaped.
Now flash me your grin,
In it I see shades of sin;
The hands that maimed the trammels of love
So divinely fashioned from above.
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