I can no longer bare the thought of walking beside
Violet coasts inside caves without end; to coincide
With water, to give and repeal, give and repeal,
No longer seeking the suffering of what it is to be real;
The woman who is no more than our child, our universe,
Forever bleeds, and dies, never to be found - our Eternal Curse.
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