With alluring beauty, you stare down at me
With wicked scars on my face, I can barely put up a fight
Thou not cursed with spots but blessed with thee
And so many lovers’ hearts you fill in the lonely night
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There you are, no law could ever bind you
And here I am, in the midst of all kinds of rules
In my state of despair, I cannot hear the flute play true
While money has refused to part company with the fools
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I fail to find the light as I look too hard at the closed door
Discomfort is all I know. Everything is else is just unknown
The shattered pieces of my ego lie on the floor
I take solace in knowing that even you don’t have any light of your own
Love this. Thanks -J
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Welcome
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Frank, this is really beautiful.
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Thanks a lot
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“Money has refused to part company with the fools.” Great line, as well as the last one.
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Thanks for saying that. Appreciate your words
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I’m enjoying your work – truth in poetry is startling and profound, like you get to at the heart of the matter
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Thank you. I’m overwhelmed
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There is no way you can know how perfect this poem is to me in my life right now. You’re a beautiful writer.
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Thanks a lot. You just made my day
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Really nice! 🙂
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Thanks
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Very nice, and, true
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Thanks
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