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Corruption
Why do I pine the love and then
Mourn that which has never risen?
A humming dulcimer when struck,
Night rain pelts the wrought iron mute.
Is there no one (else) to respond?
I lost everything to his love.
Alone. So forever alone
As your pale hand reassures me.
You've always found me beautiful
In spite of the bleak perversions.
Your distant memory humbles,
Incredulous, you resurrect.
Seeking not penance, but to have
My century dashed in the flames
Of your corruption; my body
Controlling the conflagration.
Becoming one at last as my
Bone-white ash blows back onto you.
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