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I Too Have Tried An Escape
I too have tried escape
from tears unshed
And in other temples,
taken ill sides
Silence does conceive
prisons in mine head
And in every laughter, a
surge of tides.
Tribulations do not a
merry find
Nor happiness ensure
from standing gloom
Therefore in these
moments, I keep to mind
And make tents of quiet,
and tears, a room.
For once I tread a path,
and so alone
To make riches of
mourning, and of sleep
No kinder flesh enlived a
single bone
And it was in distress, I
made to creep.
Therefore in mine offer,
to please the self
I have made calm
bargains, and kept to
mind
That in shelters of bliss,
the sadist's shelf
Is what I detest so, and
what I find.
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