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Maniac I I am to tell you the truth, Or is it a lie you would rather hear? No, I give you not truth but fact: I burn and scorch in the rememory of your naked scent. The greatest fear grips me And I should speak before I burst And leap to faith there's a God to whom prayers go. (Look in the corners of my eyes, See there what blush has forced a tear.) I am faithful, though not like Job Whose eyes were governed, A firm captain's hand mastering their turn. I am a bosun, and I force my arm to learn. I love you like the sea bed, toss you over my rock, Tempest moods swell and shift gargantuan sands, I'm at bottom of it all, and you are all I want you to be. |
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