We have wandered through the streets,
in flight from a destiny she decides;
in plight of a searing painless ache,
in search of a home outside her four walls. ...
My empire lies in the turbid thought-pools of the mind,
gently tossing lukewarm gurgles,
around the fair ankles of your feet,
nudging gently at their golden bells, ...
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