A sound’s echoing me
that’s rolling me
so what’s my hue?
that’s will be.
tell me now
Who takes thy hand?
to be the main parcel of your soul
if my blood ruined and flows
that’s not what you made
the poured bloody wine poured
and I found nowhere to lay
and she says
all these are been passing’ away
by disdain.
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