Your anger burns your throat from the shouting state.
Your mind is full of reasons to hate.
Spinning a web of poisonous barbs in your heart,
the faun sits back and laughs.
The relationship ended now you sleep alone trashing-
in a bed of self loathing far from compassion.
Those hooves have kicked your heart in.
You spared no gruesome insult in humiliating
and hurting your loved one.
How quickly and disgustingly we transform into cocked guns.
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