Yellow, and red with many hues,

form such contrast against a sky of blues.

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The cold of winter hands me my dues.

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The noose wraps itself more tightly;

my appearance turns unsightly,

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as these bonds tie me down nightly.

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I am intoxicated by my guilt

stumbling around with it; a man on stilts.

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The piercing of many daggers to their hilts.

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I sink under again.