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Your Wish

Only if one knew
This was to end
With such grief
With such curse
This throbbing heart
One should have stabbed
Till it turned pieces
The morbid sight
Would please you
The dripping streams
Would soothe you
Its dreadful colour
Would put you to sleep
Ease would be yours
But solace would be mine
I would stand tried
And clearly vindicated
Thus your remorse
Ever fairly exacted
Such is the fate
One should meet
Such is the tragedy
One should enact
To please you
To please you all
To undo the strain
You would like it
When it glimmered
In far distance
Which you could ignore
Even forget it
When you chose so
Perhaps the torrents
Would put it out
Then the thick mist
Would shroud it
Till it turned
Just another memory
And such memory
One can easily erase

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