to know that there is a taste so bitter
that I cannot steal it off your lips
is to feel the most binding kind of incapacity
to know there is a time at night
when no touch can move you from torment
is to feel the dullest sort of inertia
to see that there is no volume of want
that can be bartered for your happiness
is to know the most complete way of poverty
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