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No longer do I feel aroused,
By words thy, as to me are southed.
A thorny rose, you stung my nose,
As came to smell you I, in pose,
Oh, may my hands bleed, arms,
Oh, not allured am I by charms…
No longer.
No longer do I, flying, ponder,
Of how act and think you, sombre.
I used to miss the way we kissed,
But you’re a lie, deceitful mist.
Oh, how couldn’t hate to see become I
Beloved my callous, lifeless rye…
No longer. But remain I scarred,
Despaired and sorrowed, played the wrong card,
An empty foresight, forgotten urge,
The final step of endless purge.
By words thy, as to me are southed.
A thorny rose, you stung my nose,
As came to smell you I, in pose,
Oh, may my hands bleed, arms,
Oh, not allured am I by charms…
No longer.
No longer do I, flying, ponder,
Of how act and think you, sombre.
I used to miss the way we kissed,
But you’re a lie, deceitful mist.
Oh, how couldn’t hate to see become I
Beloved my callous, lifeless rye…
No longer. But remain I scarred,
Despaired and sorrowed, played the wrong card,
An empty foresight, forgotten urge,
The final step of endless purge.