The Enchambered Organ - Poem by Aleak Nellem
The quick pitter-patter of the enchambered organ
is all I tend to hear.
So fast and loud it might beat through,
and run to you, my dear.
But, alas, it stays inside;
longing for your touch.
To this longing I abide
by loving you too much.
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