I danced in the rain today...
An bicycled in the dark, with drops in my eyes
and wrote this:
The marble can not hold
The ideal woman: that was me.
Childhood stories of Faith, Hope and Chastity.
All those things you stole from me.
I gave you my Chastity.
The cracks are appearing, thin and cold
And with that you took Hope too.
For I knew I could not marry
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