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We had to finish the phrase "A pitcher of bitterness..." This is what I came up with. |
| A pitcher of bitterness will shut the heart down, Your body throws a fit. Hate goes around and around, Creating a bottomless pit. Your vision clouds with hate, Your heart blocks with cold. You have a dirty slate, You feel lifeless, done for, and old. I'll tell you, my sweet, Lose this loving hate. I'll meet you in the sheets. This is our fate. |