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You are a winter sunset, vibrant and red;
But all the sea of tears in my eyes
Crests, and pounding, carves my cheek dead,
Until the clouds fade to sparkling skies.
In vain you stroke my tangled tresses o’er,
Pretending to seek what, beloved, is fate
By men’s fists and iron; ah, but more
Exists in me than a heart which those men ate.
I am a ruin where hatred never rests
And jackals grope and scrape me, then do stray—
A sliding fingertip tears at your naked chest!
Winter, cold shards of spirits, do not delay!
With cracking eyes that shatter those who care
Freeze the flickering flame within my glare.
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