Thursday, 8 December 2011

My head is sick my whole heart faints

My head is sick
Therefore my whole heart faints
From the sole of the foot to the head
No soundness remains
But bruises and sores.
Deadly was her blow 
When she struck me down
Those few words launched 
My sickness at hand.
My head is sick my whole heart faints.


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