I must learn a new song...
for so long I followed Catullus and his
odi et amo
but now I've tended the common root
from which hate and love spring
now though nothing's changed
everything is still different
and my screech slowly refines itself
to a song of no winners or losers
but all who get exactly
for what they have readied themselves
weep and embrace? be joyful and embrace?
either way an embrace draws notes to the throat
and the sound is a song of repentance...
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