Agony That Carved The Bone Poem by Madrason .

Agony That Carved The Bone



I miss the true tenderness
those sweet caresses in salt
the statue in my mind
of decent and feminine
kind not blind
i'll never be the thief
she hungered for
for my head is not a stone
in vain, again, again alone
"ah", agony that carved the bone.

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