Copious masquerade

Can I cry now

my hands in despair

a heart full of seeds

that flow without care,

my eyes all disjointed

the soul is a knot

seeping every pool

at the songs from the rot,

and here at my turning

are the sounds that are creeping

along broken feet

with my face bent in weeping.

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