Scarface

Scarface
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I want to forget
the fifty whiplashes
when we were caught as lovers

I want to forget
the bloodstains
of ancient rituals and laws

I want to forget
the mob drinking our blood
in the dusty village square

I want to forget
the lust in his arrogant ignorant eyes
when the untouchable was touched

I will never forget
even though the scars have healed
and I have released the storm to the winds

I will never wear the black veil again
I will never be the black widow again
I will wash my tears in the falling rain
I will open your eyes to hear
I will open your ears to see
The wounds of gentle souls
In a thousand whiplashes of the mind.