Poem -
The Lust Stand
A lustre a little,impetuous a wind,
Vindictive to my sleep,my night queen.
Gleaming knife,golden edges sharp,
Thirsty you are too,
Desires,enigmatically tough.
Try I to cut myself,
But you never give up.
Misty lake gloryfying the night sky
Lusty blood o' mine,
slipping to flow inside!
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