Gone away and slammed the door.
Once again the rocky shore
Shelter you, but neither more
Pricking poison dart.
Where have you been looking for?
Falling from the highest floor
Down to the lust of sore.
Nurse your broken heart.
Vanish like the dew of lips
Sneaking closer on the tips.
Hide resentments in the keeps
Of castle in the air.
Pity on your sharp of tongue.
Go ahead your boring song.
Remedy of yours so strong
As kindness of unfair.
Lust of sore...
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