Coveting your warmth
Flood of tears
Rolled down the cheeks
To moor the remaining patch;
Where in power,
The lover reign
Why in vastness
You gap my passion
Was not, your distance
A closer propensity to love
Implore the begging mine;
Wherever my tears will fall
Let void, witness
The mountain tall
For what cost, must
Anvil and stapes will I hammer and blow;
But to deluge the beating heart
And to procure my silent grave
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