Hear the screams of my fevered soul
Thy pilgramage ensnares me.
Mine hearty deeds like twisted coal
And a broken heart that ails me.
#2
A sacrifice too great to make
To put thee on an alter.
Perhaps the gods, for both our sakes
Would take my cousin Walter.
#3
My lips, my swollen scabby lips
Kankered by thy citrus taste
I've painted them black, so black, so black
To cover my folly with haste.
#4
Breathing, Grieving my wretched heart
Tears flowing like stagnant rivers
My true love and her stinging reproach
Poach me.
-J. Thadeus Richie
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