The Lady of Debauchery
In my passion I wallow, happily. And, I wanted
much to live in a city, not of Gomorrah and Sodom,
with her, but she took me off, to her world---
of confusion, deceit and debauched lifestyle; here, I
can not see myself. There is neither a stream,
nor a river, where I can till a word or two. It would
be very nice, if I just let her go away, without me.
In my passion I wallow, happily. I live a quiet life,
no glamour thou, counting syllable---of love, wisdom
and hatred, yet, it was the best thing that ever
happened to me, for I own this place, no one can force
nor command me, what I have to do. Most of all, my voices
are mine, everybody hears them, except for her---the lady
of debauchery, the exquisite perfume, of my passion!
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