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    Liken love for my beloved to sin
    Then surely the gallows would sign my fate
    And once my last breath be taken, within
    Dante's eighth ring, my judgement would await


    For a yearning this deep transcends this plane
    To summon emotion of raw passion
    Primal instinct allowing flesh to reign
    Along side the soul in perfect fashion


    Thus our bed would smell of sweaty desire
    As we wove our two bodies into one
    "A witch's magic and Sorcerer's fire"
    They would etch into my eternal stone.


    Yet in the next - redeemed and set apart
    My love proves true from the depths of my heart

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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