A Myth For Love
The once virgin
weeps to the past;
wrapping her legs...
in and
out of a white island
Solitude will never be vouched for
Her lips have lost
brass
Her praise was not followed
Her eyes could not
bring him to stay
There he left;
desserting just a body,
leaving an animal to fend
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