Prime powder of your presence pleases me,
Blessings of beauty bare and not betrayed.
See it is she that Sue inside I see,
The only way to kiss my death and maid.
Failing to breathe, or the guilt to believe,
That Sue is not the answer to my pain...
I drink 'till wells are dry as I deceive,
The sun as if it will not dry the rain.
Life is the love that fills my filthy lawn,
Like light that bites the lunar dust of moon.
'Twas I inside that lied and now the dawn,
Communes my cause of ill I shall kill soon.
Please promise me to not punish my pride,
If Sue inside leads to my suicide.
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