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Holy

of murder and sinews

As I tenderly embraced your god-loving face
It whispered to my eyes
Unfallowed secrets of your unholy disguise
'But it can not be'
I urged in split tongues
You were my saint
Untouched and unclaimed
My dirt-stained hands trembled in dismay
If yours were too, then how could I stay?
Such a thin neck, I marvelled and exclaimed
Such a thin neck, my sanity slipped away
A hidden painting, obscured by a thin rope
A tightening knot that quickly snapped and broke
Your tears brought me joy
Sad and unrestrained joy

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