I cover myself, soaked
by the tears of shame,
in sin, in taking modesty
by stealth
Your refusal is a means to stop
so litte, so less, to say the least
I've lost two thirds of my heart
the love, the life; a breath
may be to spare
I too grieve for you
but in you lies
my only way out
For all I can do
is give me make-up
and mask some of the
scars, which glance
in your light that makes
that I
cannot face your beauty
cannot face
the world today
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