in-to-the-temporary-satisfaction-of-being-angry-at-someone_-your-anger-___Like mild madness, it dishonours sanity
Rough handles any audience
Triggers hormones of proud oratory
And nudges scanty scenes of leprosy

It begs for pampering and pleading
That indeed are empty catalysts
Until the vision can tell blur from clear
Or the lips, polite from rude

But in the wake of the shiver
Only a rush of a flood of words
That tears through every defence
Can heal the victim of this fever.


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