The bringer of tears
Not of joy or of fears
Pain or loss; nor regret
Some emotion unlabled as of yet
Unlabled as of unfelt prior to
Unable to feel unashamed
Doscile as a dalliance
Could it be mirror recognizance?
Mere satisfaction in solace?
I dare to beg for crumbs at your table
The delight of decadance
Never out of your sight or reach
If only modesty could teach
Broadening the boldness of breach
Only; Not every for each!
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