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Reliance

It is perfection
That compels me,
Not love, my dear,
Be untroubled - be absent - 
Suffocate your tears
With the pillow I lent you,
Let my first touch
Be to you a commitment.
It is dreams,
Not reality, my dear,
That haunts you -
Even the most robust coins
Forfeit luster
When attempting to buy them.
Be numb - be vacant -
Let your embers wane
For the smoke intrigues me.
It is time to cherish respite -
Have sense, my dear,
Contain yourself
From disputing your chains
Yesterday I bout a book of verse -
Later I'll sing a placid tune -
Be patient, my dear,
For I alone will keep you sane.

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