Love Undoes Its Heritage Quite Slowly
|Love undoes its heritage quite slowly,|
Spinning like a planet through its dust.
Sometimes it feels like hatred, sometimes mourning,
Sometimes pain long paralyzed by rust.
Sometimes shame of past humiliation
Ay, me! When will it end? The seasoned sorrow
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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