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Sleep well !
‘twas mares, unbridled,
who drug me naked through the night,
‘cross yawning chasms deep and wide
and o’er those fiery cracks that ooze.
‘twas wanton mares, unchecked,
who, without reins, caroused they through my night,
purge me, they did not, of all my sins,
but added more, they did, to my account.
‘twas mares, who rashly
took me to the highest high each night
to let me fall, a-screaming…
cruel they were, caught me just in time.
‘twas mares, without cares,
who chased me through the night,
to ocean floor and void of space
and let me wake
to a shiver
a quiver
and a bed of sweat.
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