Who Is He?
Boisterous and bold
With an acid wit
Misunderstood for cold
Exhaustion exasperates but can’t quit
His poison pen
I know so well
His thoughts betray him
With his wicked spell
His caustic tongue
Cuts like a knife
Destroys my soul
Leaves me in strife
But there’s another side
I sometimes see
With eloquent devotion and decadent beauty
Cascading in the whimsical tide
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