They killed it.
And ever afterwards
There was something dead inside of her,
A failure of feeling.
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In the meadow the flowers tinkle like tin,
Birds snigger in the trees
'You don't belong! '
(Blood running down the wall)
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The crow cries out in anger
As the senile branches scrape the sky
And past the trees a stranger
Picks his way through the dead land.
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I lie awake,
While the wind howls in the gables
And mice creep furtively among the rafters.
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Love's a poor shelter, whatever you say,
The cover flaps in the wind,
rain gets in the ceiling,
Yet here we come to kindle
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A Day of days! Great cloud in a naked heaven!
Sing loud, glad Earth, a song of triumph!
Under the soil a pale shoot quickens,
A living root dispels December,
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Dark, crippled Rose
Whose blighted spring
Which no-one chose
Caused suffering
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Answering the tyranny of blood
And beckoned by lust
I have returned,
Recalling the fever in your arms
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I'd like a bit
Of your sweaty love,
Your gasping, groaning sweaty love.
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