Ides of March

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Did I hear
like Ceasar of old ,
and ignored ?

To be betrayed by
Brutus-like
soul of my own ;

Coward,
enemy from within,
non-chalant,
in my darkest hour ;

In this bitter gnawing
winter of despair ;

Ah , my shame
my grief
my agony ;

Let not go ,
hold-on to me ,
forever embrace
this caracass ;

You are all I have left
to cover
this naked , trechereous
soul
until the death
do us part .


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02 Mar 1963

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