Do I have a chance
To shake your hands,
To say goodbye?
In this searing pain,
In this sleeting rain,
Of salty tears,
Of real
And unfounded fears,
Where does the world end?
Is there a bend
On this path,
Where love twists and turns
In mindless wrath,
Like a stiletto in the heart?
That I may part.
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