Empty in eternity will
I be without you, so said
Of you, yet I never descend
The serpent deceit in Eden
How vile your venom of
Lies will lay and nail me,
Those dark days like my
Memorial verse that left
Me quakes, and quote of our
Gorgeous, and glorious
Ecstasy which was once
Better, but now bitter, as
I now feel the stench, and
Stings of love, like a
Whimpering woman I weep,
While all your thought is
My death at dawn, and the
Sun's wax, and wake you
Wouldn't want me see, as
You bemoaned my anger
Another bad trait the
Blood of every man holds,
Yet why will a snake be
Perturb of the slickness
Of a snare, those lips so
Slick, and rich with
Embellished lies with your
Words so clear, and cruel.
You played my precydex, yet
At night the bed shrinks
While you smile, and smell
Of bad consciences with
Another, now I know why the
King killed his last duchess
For better, and bitter of them
Both, as I dread the coming dove
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