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Don't understand you.

Me seeing you

see her,

the look in her eyes.

The numb I felt.

The cold sweat.

Your knees nearly gave way.

What is this about?

Am I killing you?

Is our love to you

a blind dream,

bound with briars,

sucking you dry

and away from the milkmaids,

the heady whores,

e-lust, losing, left me

high and damp

lost in the smell of you;

Other.

I shall never give in.

My lover

Will I ever get in?