The crimes of kindness
Not a soul shall know the truth,nevermore shall I sleuth.
The crimes of kindness,
Are those that bind us.
Like sun rays to a lightless city,
All that can be done is look and pity.
The crimes of kindness
Not a soul shall know the truth,Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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