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A sword it was to strike at the heart
Sharp, swift in mercy, no glint of light
How can a season of rain torrent through
To the silence, without the warning thunder
Yet, there it be; fixed, pinned to heartbreak
That foolish allusion of love; unrequited offerings
To underserved stalwarts of selfish worth
Pierced, friezed, a sacred monument of dotish pleasure
No lamb, no sacrifice
Only pain, angst, and longing nailed
To a parapet of learning.
Regrets are wasted in continuous flow of life's river
© gillena cox 2021
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