A maze of thorny white roses 

Hurting and burning sweet sensations

Blood dripping off my white pony

This Rider and lover  grind and bind 

Like sons and daughters in covenant 

But like a rifinery, a furnace, a coal hearth for lovers 

Passion failed while we bemoaned her esctasy’s exit 

Deep Reasoning may have lost his wits to vision…

Alas!  Our Sweet and sour are not so perfect for harmony after all!


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