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Twice our tragedy played center stage
Before our family's duel demise
Beneath backdrops inlaid with rage
Bequest our passions shant arise
And though arise they plume on page
Wick birthed flame and eyes surmise
The prose thy quill bled without wage
Must battle lonely star-filled night
T'were not enough to read thy words
How quickly heated loins awake
Thrice now boundaries fade to blur
For what is love, if not to ache?
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T'were not enough to read thy words
How quickly heated loins awake
Thrice now boundaries fade to blur
For what is love, if not to ache?
That's a really good set of lines, I must say. Good piece, I think that this line:
To battle loneliness of night
Threw off your ryhme a bit, my only suggestion is to reconsider that one. But the poem itself was really good and the last four lines were fantastic.
