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When you were tempered
with delight
your virtues were taken
down and forests
that you passed through
were not finite.
When you were
tempered with delight
you kept the
saddest oceans,
you kept
the proudest streams.
And wild pens
would
not strain your sight.
When you were tempered
with delight
you carried sand
upon your necklace and
cream upon your
lips. And you
never made the journey
through the park.
When you were
tempered with delight
you were
consumed by bikers in the
light and
nurses in the dark.
And taut strings
pulled
on you forever.
When you were tempered
by delight
strong bars were
held around your
fortress
and strong men
could never kiss the
wound you
would always hide.
