Watch the fettered feet, thirst turns to yearning-

sallow face, eyes listless, pale with dead hope.

These hands a touch of silk on the thin arm.

Warm and soft embrace; face round, smooth, a smile

couldn’t see blazing eyes of flint and storms.

 

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