My tear
The gesture is new and the problem is carving it’s name
You thought and so you thought to know
Now this circle is spinning and crime at heart is our new game
Now the core is burning and is to grow

What shall not and shall I do?
I know not what the seed of this weed is spreading inside your chest
Flower, love, gentleness not but, a spread of vexing mildew
To this obligation, accusation, that send forth, I cannot rest

The pages are thin but quantity is bold
Triumph, this may not and cannot be the end
If so, To this fact I’ll fall to this because hands and heart cannot hold
To my pride I will descend

Give me some ground, a little space to breathe and think of a reaction to my Mourn
Hold me dear, for the end I fear and it is to come, I feel it near
You know that I feel and I wish for a mate of forever and you wish for me to be torn
Step back, now, I cry and this I feel it, nearer and nearer, edging it’s my tear
Lex
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