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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Master
Roses of death, lace of hate Smother me in your deceit and lies Release me, dark one, set me free Before your starling gives in and dies. Shackles of distrust, chains of bitterness Wrap me in your coldness and ice Free me, master, from these bonds Before your raven collapses and dies. Whips of betrayal, stones of craving Throw me to my doom, Cover me in darkness, save me from the light That threatens your torture room. Blindfolds of thoughtless love, blades of endless hope Shatter all that is familiar within Release me, free me, cast me to the winds Shelter me from this wanton sin.
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