How do I remove thee
from my ludicrous heart
when ‘tis not only
in that unbridled muscle
that dwelt thee joyfully
but in candid, runs rampant
as a wild mustang, thee
in my virgin veins;
reigning scarlet seeps thee
As for all that who dost cared
shalt surely foresee
So, tell me how do I separate
thy essence forcefully
even in a thousand season’s hours
when thee, simply is the life of me?
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