A Vulnerable Cry
Let me disclaim
The pain of your leaving
It was your game
Your seduction by cunning
Then the spitting
Of me like seeds of fruit
Where worms writhing
Claw my fame with fanged tooth
The gritty gound
That catch my tears in vain
In nought abound
To errase scandal's stain
On my pure day
Of grief, gathered in clouds.
O love astray
In cold cheap cheering crowds
Tell them it began
Not at the fault of me
But in the plan
Of her desire, two free
Years and then fire
Mud me alone in mire
It thaws the burn
Not of lies, but my yearn.
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