She makes me mad

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she makes me mad
but not the angry kind
the kind that poets muse about
and doctors can’t explain
the kind that whips my soul about
with S-shaped cracks of thunderous shout
that stab me in my core
I’m a boat without a shore
and more, I’ve lost my mind in lore
like will this union yet persist?
Good oracle there please don’t resist!
Tell my bones what futures heavens hold!
Tell my heart with burning scald
truths from some dead long-haired lord
to save me from this hex
she’s the itch that I can’t fix
oh good goddess please come quick!

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