Doth Thee
Thy will is a poem
Wrot from thee
Consumeth thy
In light heavenly
From thy will comeths thee
What is thee poem
In thee yet to be
Doth thee do i know
What should i do
Where do i go
With this poem
Where do i go
Sanctity, eruption of soul
Admire desire the fire inside
Living loving a dream content
A promice forever kept
With love will i die
Will i die with love
The same question
But opposites
Forever loom in the disgrace i wrot
Saught bleekly in the nightly dark
Forever swim in a stew of thought
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Give mythm the desire
To break free of this poetry
This lust denial envy hust
Productivity
End thee lust
Kill thy foe
Of writing
Desire
Ney the love of me is secreeting ney i am living fore love gone and swept in the wind, what am i thee love this lust i want it gone but how how when this writting goes on, what do i do now but lingure on i live in a serenity of love lost now what to mine desires but a peom hence hust.
Linguring on
What now
Time has become
Of us
Now the poem ends
And all is well
Come back for more
To face the swell
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