Hardly Romantic

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Some mistook me for the romantic

but their aim was off.

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I came from the darkness

and dragged with me

the corpses of a fouler world.

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I placed a rose of love

in the orchard and set the sun

to shine.

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Not because of romance,

but because of bitter ways

and the devil's fork.

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I stood up and spoke,

not because the light was in my eyes

but because the salt was in my wounds.

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Rubbed in by a life less beautiful,

by the fronds of winter's shade.

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Not drunk on love,

but why waste another drop?

I've paid my toll,

we all have done,

let's sing to better ways.

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                DG