Sinfully,
I have swallowed my sinister laugh,
then thrown it up as a small cough.
Shamefully,
I have crumpled up my helpless cry,
then tossed it up into the sky.
Simply,
I have spoken of my silence,
then buried it deep in my conscience.
Singularly
I have whispered my constant screech,
then pitched it far out of my hands' reach.
Sincerely,
I have lived my so-called life,
then sashayed myself out of a strife.
Soundly,
I would like to meet my long sleep,
that goes very, very, very deep.
Supposedly,
There will remain nothing cared.
Nothing will stand for that which is ever dared.
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