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Cruelty and doubt

Seeing the shade beneath the tree
it covers and protects movements
hideous acts of dislocation

Cruelty moves along
diminished prospects
and tenderness

For an act of doubt
they poured honey in my wine
and I became a midwife

Clearly spawning eager lies
the tantrum and my mess
fealty disturbed

I am masked
and my question�s improbable
tear me a piece of your lustful meat

I have zero witnesses
and no one there to doubt
paralysed up in front

Fit me among the regulars
and some callous claims
takes it only to leave it be