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My impatient hands hurried to untie the knot of fate.
They failed. Why bother to bemoan my useless years,
the lifetime that’s been wasted?
Strange: Even the flame of desire that’s tormented
my heart has expired. Impatient, I pulled apart
the embers, killed the fire.
No flower’s ever bloomed in my hopeful garden.
My happiness was bright once, a beacon. Now
it’s dark, veiled in gloom.
Beloved, you’re a tease. So many lovers love you,
they give you their hearts. What about mine?
Do you even care?
