I persist in the evasive world,
Paying and pausing my proclamations,
The prunes are sweet, this vicious
Purification persuades me to sacrifice
The lie that persists.
And so I overlook one detail delicious,
And that is to pass by the refusal
So mattering to the overwhelmed proof.
My saddening is my abomination,
My misery enlightens the prepared press.
This proof provokes me further,
Being strong it brings down the wariness
Of a persistent sweetness;
Bristling wands are like the cool cottage,
Bringing down the offensive paths.
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