Chamber of falter, I call you
Place of little interest, a feel double
I love you not, I love you naught
My Loathe for you not tangible
Convenience with former relish
Ones you prevent me from
A task you take, dusk till dawn
Loving hate of discourse's sound.
Behavior that makes you mad,
Ones you make me see so bad
Prizes I desire not, on gold platter you present.
I want escape, All I got was dreamscape
Hours on rambling fuels rage
Rage from listening like a man engaged
This in hope for former times
Times of refreshing relish
Times I'll be on my cushion mat
Eyes closed in my hat
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