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  • LIFE

    You steal the time that runs through my veins
    and kidnap the moments of calm with outbursts of war.
    Terror, pain, death: Is suffering your delight?
    You devoured civilizations when empires fell.
    Kneeled before you, kings and queens.
    Nothing escapes your arrogant presence,
    perverse irony growing among the stones.
    I hear the bombs falling eastward on insignificant heads.
    Indifferent to the wickedness of my kind,
    your simple beauty on the plum blossoms.
    In love, perhaps mad, I wept for you and I ask you:
    Is it perhaps possible to stop loving you?
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