I will embroil myself
In seedy confrontations
Often repeated in dawn
For the moods in mysteries.
In some cankered chambers
More dimensions envisaged
I will live through those forms
Adding tortures to the emotions.
Her shadow falls along these walls
Where she resides among muslins
Deeper seeking her face, her eyes
Where I will endeavour to find
Deep meaning of meandering walks.
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