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Yolanda of Savoy
You entered my lair again
uninvited I suppose an yet
I welcomed your arousal
why you'd become quite
the trouble maker posing
as the Duke of Hungary
this mere thought of you
the sheer chanting hymns
glorified a selfish need
sorted comforting healing
wretchedness borrowed
yesterdays appetizers by noon
cackling awakened too soon
to withering morbid laughter
gripping a tainted silver spoon
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Yolanda Nicholsen
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