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Why ever to numb
Keen & poignant stabs
Upon the heart & drum?

How marked is life
Hollow & thin
Squelched dry upon the knife?

Drink deeply of joy & pain
Donning each, a cap
Mindful which hearts had lain

Envelop the prick, the blow
From the tower, see
All nature seething below

Why ever to avoid
An untouched soul?
No charge, no void
But falsity of control

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