The Collar
My neck unbound and bare
No longer hide-wove lit and black
Has met abysmal air
Ne’er once to come it back
Without your cutaneous care
It was the scene of our first pact
I let the sky turn gray
Let waters dwell to dry
My follies, follies always stay
I weep within my mind
Lost, I seek the pyre’s wake
And so avert my eyes
My guilt for it
Has swallowed of me
I lost my sense of wit
Now the peacetime I shan’t see
As I am so unfit
What is there to save a soul
What is a lock without its key
But loss
And proof I oughtn’t be
I’m so sorry
I lost our love’s first piece
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My Personal Curse
There is only one person to whom I wish to expose myself so fully, and in truth I am here only because I do not wish for them to see me as such. If you are the one I am so blessedly possessed by, welcome. To all others,... Please be gentle.
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---Your Slave to Love---
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