The truth that you dare not waste
Upon you, at your behest-dare you a taste?
Your bleeding angels, in my thoughts loudly sing
Attacking the angles, your writings here bring
To feel the heart
Lent here your devotion
Makes me feel a part
Of you tear-filled ocean
Truth wrought, though a kiss
I question thee, how tender is this?
They come back to thee, as words your own?
Seeming to me, as something pre-known
I say I've come back, I daren't let the day wither
A lawsuit on my back, drinking a dish, you did deliver
Trying to give you the joy
In your empty dish
You seek to find
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