Monk
I beg
I am a hypocrite
with hair
I condemn those who are bald
As I long to join them in their state
I want silence
So I forget the sound of my own voice
And talk louder than anyone else
In this trembling monistary
I ruin that which is pure
I kissed the nun on her silent lips
My own savior advider her not
To accept my sins
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