Criss-crossed and knotted, cutting and cut, the binding ropeHolds me, folds me, remolds me to a creature of chainsAnd locks. A creature of silent craving, biting my gag.I’m never so much myself, as when you fasten the collar.My Sade. My...
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We Frolicked Through Times Most Euphoric
"A poetic form of six stanzas with six lines and a final triplet."
As we frolicked through times most euphoric With true love and enduring ebullience,We both viewed sentiments quite fallaciousWhen we saw they were so meretricious.We continued life's dance with a passionAvoiding all arguments spurious.Was it hope that we saw as spurious,Losing all...