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no white picket fences
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Hyacinth garden All the rigidities of my life
It happens to me again
me in my empty bed
If I was the dull symptom of your old "anxieties."
Woman , I abdicate
to you
I submit my sword
My olive branch
I am in defeat
If his love
gives you joy,
he melds in your dancing
She altered significantly her tone and mood from violet to red.
All the time I see her as purest pink rubbing wet velvet.
at times she cannot distinguish the dancer from the dance.
associates lust of joyous, animal abandonment,
she found our love
forbidden and thrilling
no white picket fences
I could never be yours.
me, I was only your lover,
never your husband,
even with any pleasing memory
I will never fill my void
from cold winter now, through flowers of spring,
out in summer rain until, my last winter again will bring.
the poems of all my lost hope,
how unlucky was I with roses,
in the end
I received only the prick of your thorn
