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Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow, |
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Her life bleeds into cold cataracts. |
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I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall; |
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Of starlight trapped in bottles. |
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My thirsty gaze will always remember. |
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Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me. |
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What is afterward left. |
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Your face: |
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Years wasted blending with a poet's eye; |
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I have only a lifetime to forget. |
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My painful sleep unearths buried seasons, |
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It is only ev'ry morning that I cry; |
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Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds. |
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Please kiss me, |
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Kiss away the cuts you've torn-- |
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The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless. |
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I still thee hold in my loneliness, |
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And wish that I could die in your false embrace, |
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Holding you forever in a moment of the past. |
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My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired. |
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Belial |
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Rosier |
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Pain |
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Liar |
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I will never trust again. |