I wonder at your sorrow
I mean, I care for your tears
As if their fall were my dommes sorrow all sorrow, flooding the earth’s circumference, round
Some jealous bitch standing over you, telling you you’re not worthy, attacking your insecurity, cause she can’t get at me
But I don’t stake a claim
Because you’re better
You’re blessed with poesy
In Duende, here dance in beauty, love, and sorrow, I dance in game, fascination and pain, in Duende name is mystery
I wonder why you bother with bitch-filth
And amid sorrow, why you never retort: that you inspire the most beautiful love poetry in the world
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