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And still you turn your face from me

So shrouded in your shame.

I try to touch the crown of spikes

You wear around your name.

Fate tore apart your springtime

And haunted you at night.

It marched you to your duty

And stole your sweet delight.

And now you turn your face from me

No warmth in this abyss.

No blossom on your crown of spikes

No sunlight in your kiss.

And so I walk away from you

I'm drowning in your grief.

You watch me from your secrecy

In silent disbelief

I wander through the canyonlands

I drink the poison wine.

I die a million danger-deaths

And walk the fracture-line.

I weave myself a crown of spikes

I wear it all the time.

My scar of human unity

The flame that fires my rhyme

And so you turn your face from me

So pale with beauty's shame.

I feel the secret poetry

You wear around your name

The blood I bleed in story

Is the force that gives me light.

I'll wear your crown of spikes for you

Until your soul takes flight.

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