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Let us go then, you and I (T.S. Eliot)

Senses somewhat blurred for I have let
Thus ruthless passion prey upon us
Though door swings wide I dare not go
We get this feeling there and then
Hence heart unarmed laid bare to you
His eyes they often questioned “and?”
Besides but love what more have I

 

 

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Form: The Golden Shovel

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