I beg for thine cup,
May my lips taste thine cursed fate,
While thee embrace thy youthfulness
For no greater love is this, right?
Lord, I beg thee
Let it be me.
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Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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Wow this is thought provoking!