Who could fill a yard,
With the overwhelming ocean if not a retard?
Dawn down dreadful dusk
You yoke me of your yearnings
As of a solidly sand-filled brook
Mine the overfill of your alluring pines.
This runnel has bled of lustful lines
But not of painful precious pines
For this locked longingness,
Limpid like limitless legendary love
Forcefully flows to crave,
Your healthy hugs; your arms to pave.
See! seek serenity, you'll find evident emptiness,
Seek self-centeredness and you'll find lethal
loneliness
Seek me, in delightful depths of endless
endearedness
Then you are bond burnt,
With sweet sensual sensation and heightened
heat,
Thence I stop this maddening writ.
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