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Your lines with blood in them destroy you,Roll up into your throat and kill,My answer to this kind of jokingHad been a most decisive ‘no’.So distant was the start, so timidThe first approach-what could one know?But older age is Rome, demandingFrom actors not a gaudy blendOf props and reading, but in earnestA tragedy, with tragic…
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I go down before Thee on my kneesAnd anoint with myrrh Thy holy feet.Groping round, I cannot find the shoesFor the tears that well up with my sighs.My impatient tresses, breaking loose,Like a pall hang thick before my eyes.I take up Thy feet onto my lap,Wash them clean with hot tears from my eyes,In my…
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