my cravings ranted
to themselves
all within my head
they were reflections
endless ones
like mirrors looking at mirrors
of loss that no one can regain,
not queens so powerful
that god's intervene
as was Dido
she lost all
best to run from ransacks
and Love is all of that
but draws juices
throbbing Lust
boiling blood
lighting thoughts
obscuring reason
a trouble deep within us All
walks here
i am sure it is Liberty
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