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1864, The Toreador
Alone again,
as in life.
The Toreador,
lay in peace.
Pain, suffer,
clemancy.
Misunderstood
silk cloth apricot
The Toreador,
void of life.
No great loss,
forgotten.
Funny white legs, black ends,
dark hair, dark eyes, moustache.
The Toreador,
enters unseen.
Unaware sets foot in,
deafness.
Dressed in a cummerbund.
Clad in black, white shirt.
The Toreador,
disqualified nuptials.
Love unknown,
yearn no more.
Like a sword,
weapon of life.
The Toreador,
all darkness,
Eyelids veiled.
Forgotten.
No pardon given...
