Eye, the deceiver
your tempting game of
Tossing light upon shadow,
staining love with empty vanity
Shameful glances through your
windows, upon forgotten desires
(those ill-begotten desires)
whose wretched seed choke out all virtue,
make me think my own heart
was born to live amongst the thorns
But yet- haplessly wrapped in a sheep's disguise
I must cherish secret longings
Cherish? No, I must despise
this wondrous demon set before my eyes
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