I will rape thee-
With my savage love;
Born from the rural pot.
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I will love again; I will.
Not a soul is safe.
I'll throw my heart unto the world:
I'll share it for I've faith.
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We'll panic 'neath the dying moon:
Mating in the dirt.
All will know when finally-
God does ease the hurt.
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Pen to me a lovely write.
Oh, tell me of your favor!
Whisper words onto a page
Of how my lips you'd savor...
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I fear no one could love me
And what reason can I give-
As an answer to my aching;
For the lonely life I live?
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