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64 pages, Hardcover
First published March 27, 2000
Sick is my mother / So why does no one bother? The idiot father / Contemptuously would rather / Give out orders through his nose / Than slightest decency give to the matter.
Your passionate beauty / Your sweet perfume / Were all blessed upon you / In your mother's womb / The devil's own anger / Clenched in fists of rage / Was sealed within / Your immortal cage.
I look for love / for warmth / of some sort. / So far, / -- I've found nothing, / I'm sorry to report.
Yet you're eternally happy / For you still have one* / I'll wander in misery / For I'll always have none."
I'm too ________ to die.
(please fill in the blank).