Tenderness, you find me with knives in the front and the back
Patience, you steer through the gauntlet of the steady and vengeful third hand
who is not the cheek unturned
and is not the cheek turned.
When you have found his blades' secret points
You answer,
"I am without response in kind."
Patience, your love has no enemies.
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