Time and again I bleed my nose
'Though bad humors of you remain.
Today, tomorrow, and all my yesterdays
are made of lies, truths, and pain.
Trying to please you is like blowing kisses
Into a shoebox: You always see it as EMPTY!
My times with you are as follows:
My hours are full but my days are hollow
and my years leave me with a negative balance.
You are an oasis of thirsty water;
A banquet of hungry food and I
am the beggar who eats
the crumbs that fall from
your table and sips the drops
that drip from your
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