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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Careless
Careless you were, with my heart Defenseless I was, with your words Tormented we were, by the lies Renewed we were, by the break. Careless you were, with my tears Hopeless I was, with your promises Demented we were, by the thought Redeemed we were, by the spirit. Careless you were, with my body Ruined I was, by your reputation Defeated we were, by the saying Rejoined we were, by the mere act. Careless I was, with my own soul Forgiven you were, by my sweetness Beat down you were, by my resolve Risen we were, by the vows. Careless I was, by my own thoughts Jealous you were, by the attention of others Shaken we were, by the reminder Rejected we were, by the morals of the world. raw || truth |