Unearthing you
From the clay of religious bondage
To demystify the barren belief;
And down you to me
Is disheartening.
Glancing at your image
My heart's tired
I desire to feel your insides;
And the sap that boils in the midst...
But from this cause won't I dislodge
Even though you can't hear-
This hallowed pledge:
This heart makes...
At your feet.
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