You recite these, rules, don't cry wolf,
You speak of these, games, don't cry, wolf!
You speak riddles,
And ignite hopes!
In this desperate world!
Where you take, and I mayn't hate!
You, have, of no truth but co-incidence!
And I've nothing,
No future or incredibly bleak!
A pencil drawing,
You rub, oh joyous glory,
But only to erase,
For the sin,
Of being what I am,
And mortal, I Am,
Love!
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