Sweet subtlty has fallen back
upon its brow cannot retract,
With swollen embers at the feet
come running lightly so discreet.
And with this rain which fall around
masking tears none to be found,
All hints of wanting are subdued
while you pass off to elude.
When the ripened sun will split
a heart shall open a likely pit,
Sealing a most certain doom
under a thumb...eternal tomb.
2005
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