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Ridiculous hair
That lengthy stare
That wears you thin
Licked with fire
Those old desires
That live within
What you seek
Will only speak
The words of doubt
Write your wants
In gilded fonts
The truth will out
A sense, of what
You cannot name
Offense that pulled you in again
The agony, the phantasy
A twist on every page
Something easy to repress
You tucked it in under your dress
The agony the phantasy
Something to be caged
Men of might
Were read their rights
And so to dust
They tolled the bell
And ladies fell
In fits of lust
So long they’d been
So much, unseen
Their grief was warped
They danced and sung
As bells were wrung
And watchers gawped
Ridiculous hair
That lengthy stare
That wears you thin
Licked with fire
Those old desires
That live within
