A Delicate Balance [rewrite] - Poem by Chromium Blues
had i but known in time,
what sorrow from love doth spring:
what torment the soul be made to endure
in the the name of that capricious maiden:
like an unchecked malignancy,
it grows and festers
until every nerve cries out in bittersweet remorse...
had i but known in time
that love is naught but pain,
would i now have want to change.
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