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Pyramus Troilus Poem
I gave my clothes away today,
They packed it into bags
I gave my clothes away today,
She cut it into shreds
I gave my clothes away today,
In boxes they did stow
I gave my clothes away today,
Little did they know
When I gave my clothes away today,
I also slit my throat.
Copyright © Pyramus Troilus | Year Posted 2015
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Pyramus Troilus Poem
She fills the Night with gentle rain - a spring day worth of blessings.
Moonless shadows take to shelters -beneath the bowing Trees.
Through the Wood of Night she moves to find the lost one – that is me
I cower in the darkest place - hiding from the rain.
What benedictions she has bestowed the Night - lies dead within my hand.
For what she seeks within me – razed, burnt (within pain)
Copyright © Pyramus Troilus | Year Posted 2015
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