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If eyes could pierce the heart 
I would be joyfully dead 
And be carried on Death’s cold cart. 
For some is living alone they dread 
Yet love and lust shamefully forsake 
So shut themselves in stone instead. 
For safety and secrets do not a life make 
But jumping over into the raging abyss 
And leaving a history of life in your wake. 
For surely your life and love you want they miss 
And not live purely while none will see 
Thus grab the sins and join with rapture and kiss. 
This is no law or rule or shared public decree 
But set sail your soul and fly your spirit free.

My Terza Rima