To the lees; I dropped my love,
and tears to dry end.
Till the last and I stand,
to the last I cry.
Now nor a drop to weep.
nor a feeling to burn.
Still like It's puzzling;
I feel myself empty.
From the core; I exhausted.
cause too foolish I'm always.
most correct I gave,
to the wrong most.
To the ground buried feelings.
to the west dream sets.
Now there's nothing ; and nothing;
no heart exist but volcano
and the anger upon ash
of belief and trust; I kill.
get hurt more,
the more you nicest.
thrashed more the more you soft.
gold must burn to pure!
they says! but no! better to be
copper not gold; better to happy
not pray. thus I say,
nicest could be evil best.
good can transformed.
nothing I say more.
but bear and wait.
for god justice if any.
as I love too hurry; to love.
©astrophel
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