O masterful hand of sorrow

		so gently entailing

		so thoroughly engulfing

		so gracefully drowning

	no power can match your trickery




O masterful hand of sorrow

		your caress a subtle bequeathal

		of warm saline rivers

		my heart can only exist

	but you will surely persist




O masterful hand of sorrow

		every stroke a new dark place

		every image a familiar face

		why must you continue to

	enshrine my joyous memories?

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