This conduit can make my eye,
yet all of the sea of my tears cannot look.
Blurred love is all I get,
Obscured hate is what I take upon.
Why would all of me,
wail and flail about every time
you question my love for U.
Once upon a dramatic love I sheltered,
At the heart of which to Love,
is not even to be at peace,
waiting on trust that is always paid,
that of betrayal.
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