Poetry

Pain is a spike deep in the heart
Sweet now then acid dripping
Thoughts of tomorrows
Of unseen world the harrow
Enclave in struggle
Turnover love into lost
Difficulty and unknowing gained
Universal certainty of a sparrow
Bitter tears of regress
Mangle in an undress tomorrows

Passion a note of enchain
To make insane attempts
An album of Sweet yes
Mere lovers never the less
Stress do not seek
Or request
One does not detect
The blossom of slight
The wisdom of Pain
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