Muted
Sayst thou ‘get thee gone’,
And leave thee alone.
That harsh tone,
Turned me to a stone.
What have I done?
Never hurt no one..
Yet am I put in a zone,
Waiting for your phone.
My blood and bone,
To such insults prone.
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