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Ill share the view

From the ruse

to watch as your hope turns

from the stern ways of old truths

as you learn to live alone

No holy gold 

Only the rose you left-

You love to curse the soil

but then you sew the rest-

Pursed lips and eyes of sweat

tell the story of a girl 

wishing for a life without regret

I washed away from that

and rung myself to death

Wishing I'd done my best