it is the whitest container imagined
the vile and capricious dolour chases
around with my soul clenched
between its tempered jaws frolicking
insolently as if the leash is there
for show i do not understand how
i ended up enchanted i do not know
if i should make the deal i have lost
my feel for scars i only feel fresh
blood now dripping sluggishly down
the chin of my dolour i desire liberty
retching in helpless fervour find me
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