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I know the bitterness
Of your soul,
I must not taste your tears-
To know.

It is clear in your weary-
Beautiful eyes,
And more scary-
To me you become when you put on the mask of smiles.

I must not feel-
The dampness of your pillow-
To know your heart was the kill-
Of sorrow.

Its a battle for a throne-
Between angels and demons.
I need not see smoke nor pick a bone-
On the battle field nor hear shooting guns.

I set my canoe adrift-
On the flooding water of your tears.
I paddle to your abode the pace of a swift.
As a love drunk amour deaf to the cries of his fears.

O that you will melt on my shoulder-
Emotions molten in a great heat-
My obliging soul let your anguish smoulder.
Do not go to the cave of your thighs to have your face concealed.

I curse my idle hands-
Each time I watch your tears-
Your troubled cheeks caress
With jealousy so bizarre-
I burn my hankerchief with a stare-
For a stolen chance to care.

You are not weeping-
Laughter is only sweeping.
You are not crying-
Laughter is only purifying-Her golden vessel with a rough sponge so hurting.

O! let time do the telling-
Of the dark metamorphosis of night to morning.

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