my bewailed guilt
My feelings trust
Striking chords
Of carnal lust…
But should I crave
For bloody rose
For empty grave,
That’s my repose?
In the whirl of this desmesure
I was vanquished by the Id,
Thus I lost my dear treasure,
This is my bewailed guilt…
(2004)
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