You hold the brimming cup of your Life

To me, athirst am I,

And drink my fill

Of strength, until

The cup is drained dry.

Then, satisfied, I care no more.

The cup, I cast away,

Crunch ’neath my heel.

Its doom I seal,

As I walk on my way.

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DOMINO

Passion’s cloak,

An ashy thing to wear,

Covering the shroud of love

That once was fair.

What gruesome imagery

Does this convey to me.

Grim death—itself no ghastlier a thing than this

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