LINES COMPOSED UPON A BABY’S BURIAL
My heart is torn in two── Top to bottom My woe is freed above Darkness looms all over Most rich in the unknown And choirs above my woe they brood Face it because we give yourself struggling with...
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Tortured and bruised by loving A tincture of blood livid She’ll show no smile Receiving their gifts “All men are vipers” – she knows These make me Love her the more To have her all alone If only...
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