Tunnels bone, consum’d taste

Saves your place—dies (and

I did), trac’d finger to surface—

Again lays with

Tunnel’d-girl, fogg’d age



It had liv’d, nothing wanton

As mine, nothing plac’d in

Mind; for darling stage, this war

Soak’d of feint and jab—orbs, O’

Color’d orbs, vicious intent



Slabs hours, complac’nt mak’r

Bloody coward—she cries, sluts

Of her eyes, stops the slap O’ wet

Lash against eyelids, each—other, for

Hours on end—makes a quitter of me—and she did.



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