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I stain these pages with my hands accursed by silent lips,
Words tremble at emotions pouring from my fingertips,
And you read, lidless, unbound madness, clinging to the page,
Marked by wrists that smeared the ink in sorrows near enraged,
My eyes meet yours, a loveless tryst of sight to sight engaged,
A calmness in your solemn glance that I swear must be staged,
You rip the paper from my grasp and reach yourself to right [write],
Over all the wrong I've writ, a ghastly crooked sight,
As you scrawl over countless words, I am left to bite my tongue,
And there the samsara of this toil: doomed to remain unsung.

Description
I stain these pages with my hands accursed by silent lips,
Words tremble at emotions pouring from my fingertips,
And you read, lidless, unbound madness, clinging to the page,
Marked by wrists that smeared the ink in sorrows near enraged,
My eyes meet yours, a loveless tryst of sight to sight engaged,
A calmness in your solemn glance that I swear must be staged,
You rip the paper from my grasp and reach yourself to right [write],
Over all the wrong I've writ, a ghastly crooked sight,
As you scrawl over countless words, I am left to bite my tongue,
And there the samsara of this toil: doomed to remain unsung.