My pain knows no bounds.
It pours into, around
Everything I touch and see,
And constantly,
Relentlessly
My thoughts return to you and me.
My thoughts return to burn the
Cataracts that veil my eyes.
It's always a surprise
And catches me
With all defenses down.
And I become,
Quite willingly,
Love's pathetic clown.
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