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Cowardice (Sprezzatura)

I promise that this is my departure

but we might meet again some day

like a street dweller selling used Balzac to the privileged masses

in tattered paperbacks

like further failed attempts at sincere non-existence

all my rebellion fermenting slowly into cynicism

has made me tired

has made me give it up in chaste vividity

all my third world bombs falling around your department stores

with the clunk, clunk, clunk singing merrily

that the Spring will only come with penance

and the knowledge that I’m already lost without you

a sunburnt crow with eyes of cobalt blue

who knows that love is but a dream separating  

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