Our tears are so deadly
for kindness often is exploited
into acid does it then turn
to drip all over them in return.
They slay dragons for it
yet it is but wounds which seeps
into their reality then.
I cast water at a grave
and told Khym his true name
what happens then
I do not know but necessary
it is to have identity
The cat is truly out of the box
an empty tomb remains.
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I have done what I must
but they expect more, and forgot
they played not their part,
it was writ before - I am so afraid
they will not do -
and I was correct to fear.
The mental pressure
and strain I have been under
most would not survive
if not for Shúen I would have
drowned inside
the deep blue lit flame.
For it is so violent
where the Delta plateau splits
as they tried to induce
murder and mayhem into me
it is only to throw
matches and it all burns.
But I learned to dye
dye of it until I could breathe
and turn smoke into
an incense which rose, rose
from the deep below
as bubbles to the surface.
It's like bubblegum
or taste of perfumed cigarettes
to not act on emotions
and giggle it to not care even
when it breaks your heart
because you still have one.
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