You liked to be chained
high up, off of the floor?
Low to rise and flow and moan,
To grow no more!
Rivers of blood to wide to grow?
Then come up to the door,
I would hear you knock.
Do not be afraid,
To beg,
As it can be as once it was before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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