You can not exist
And take the life from your wrists
Dearly noted, and unmissed
Another infliction
From the prior competition
My better is my worse
At best and rehearsed
You may grow old
While your pockets bloom mold
And sooth your anxiety
With emotional variety
There will never be a winner
Only grudges and a sinner
And a pact to turn better
By writing a lovely letter
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