I saw her there
Begin to bear
The burden of my immaculate scrutiny.
The body first,
Then came the thirst
To drink of a better form.
She hides herself,
Her one true wealth;
She displays not her soul for me to see.
If I asked her why, she’d probably cry, then utter,
“I want you to take it from me.”
I deserve,
With all my nerve,
To die a thousand deaths,
To see the sun rise no more –
In a place of sorrow
Veiled from tomorrow
Bearing those sins of love before.
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