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With curtains of smoke, the tear blasted song
Rings out, deplorable in vibrant tune,
Hallejulah, to the Almighty One, and
The memories that wax and wane like the
Moon: like a mud puddle that never dries,
Or the sawdust that is never removed
From the floor by your armoire, seen once before.
I am mourning for the sake of mourning,
And for your sake I forsake all sun
But the day does not come, my skin begins
To sizzle under her tar black eyes, that
Cries I am a fraud, divinely punished
Sitting here in somber color, Your box
Steams with wil o whisps, Marlboro, New Port
To think your 3 thousandth poisonous gasp
Sits respirated within me, while you
Lie, guised beneath a curtain of smoke, that
Death cannot part, and tears cannot snuff out.