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Villanelle

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It is the pain, it is the pain endures.
Your chemic beauty burned my muscles through.
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.

What later purge from this deep toxin cures?
What kindness now could the old salve renew?
It is the pain, it is the pain endures.

The infection slept (custom or changes inures)
And when pain's secondary phase was due
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.
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T.H. Nasum 30 August 2020
Surely, there is a misprint in line 7? You can't have 'changes' (plural) with 'inures' (singular) ?
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