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How many times will I look at you?
Allured by the scent of your death
And the savage priests, to a suffering soul,
Exult in a strangled song.

I am soothed from anger into sorrow,
As they knot their wreaths against my limbs.
Help me understand the stench in my mind.
Why do they impair our vision?

Can anyone taste my blood?
I have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh
Christendom rise and dress yourself
What delicious tears you've made me shed

Beloved, how many times I look at you
With suspended breath, and unguarded heart?
Like a cradled child you hold me
(With hysterical affection, to console this loss)

Beloved
Their semblance of love curses your beauty,
In the blindness of my distress,
In your dense black eyes.
I see your silent grief.

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