You have a given
a yard of fabric
to wear on my naked bones
What secret then you search
into my sleeves
hidden to your eyes
I swell tons of pain
Nearer by my heart
to do away my birthing
in human form;
Yet you fulfill your desire
burning a pyre on me
You have panacea
for every illness
But being blind to my folly
I dig bigger wounds
darkest to my desire
to feel longer the touch of your healing
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