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Sonnet--AMPUTATED URGE
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limericks/sonnets the flames of the night have long been vacant
even in the coldest night we remain stagnant
only the warmth of the quilt is busy
passing the night devoid of intimacy
age has murdered our desire to satisfy
casting subdued shiver into my spine
morphine is taken to appease the mind
where solace awaits in the empyrean
many times I beg to be hued with lust
so I could taint you with the ink of my sap
to make you cry my name in tauten hush
while I perform that heavenly-bound act
so if I fail to perform my usual act
will your love vanish into the dark?
