By C.L. Hollinghead
Date: 10 July 2000
Buried Love
From depths of my heart
These words are lain
Though naught contracted
From my mouth they came.
As after Abel
There stood Cain
With a world of sin
And a life of shame.
Thus my hand dances
Though mine eyes are lame
And my mind weary
From playing this game.
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