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Boil Like Lust: Magnet Board Poem
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2016
Say, will our lie boil like lust
When men whisper true love?
Music, then must sing under death
And My languid goddess grieves
To the Wind to the rain.
She asks true love's dream
Where road rose to trip
the weaker blood.
Delicate in worship
When men whisper.
True love,
Like lust,
to the lies.
