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Wounds

“It’s but a slight cut
Less painful than your anguish
This Venus
Symbol of your love
Thrown
A token of momentary hate
This small wound
And the sheen of tears in your eyes
The soothing balm that heals


It will heal, love
But there are others,
      Wounds deep in the soul
Wounds which fester
Grow cancerous
Eat into the very heart of being

Born free, bondsmen we do become
Do everything
But the bidding of the heart
Make love a guise for lust
Friendship a ladder to worldly gain

The man you see
Is not the man he is
His words of love
To you meaningful so
To him
Just the means to keep you his

What I feel I cannot say
And this is the wound
That festers most
This is the wound, love
That as yet has no cure.”

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