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EXTENSIVES OF MERCY
My choice is spoilt,
Embrace my hands;
The wide spread arms;
Fingers from which
May drip the splash
Of love's outpour
Beneath the veins
To cool nights worth;
A walk-and-talk
Somnambulism.
My wound is deep;
Infinite cut
Beneath the crust
Take breaths and stop:
I watch my way;
And rob your eyes
A harsh and tie:
Mercy? Yes. No.
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EXTENSIVES OF MERCY
EXTENSIVES OF MERCY