Let my tears sleep
each dart has done it's duty deftly
carving arcs across her cheekbones
[ Would my weeping feel so deadly
if her heart and mine we're wedded
and our heads already bedded
just before we bared our backs
before the liqour-laced dark black ... ]
I chose not to knot my numbers
forcing figures to attract
but yet i ache in double measures
for her china heart to crack
xx
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