The depth in years of these sorrows
Brim up behind my eyes
But they will not spill in quantities
To cleanse what I despise.
I wonder how numerous the lies
Hiding under wet stones
Along the path of our timeline
We walked together; we walk alone.
In what else I could not condone,
Could you not refrain?
And when these stones are overturned
What else can still remain?
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