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White Rhythmic Dog
I am conquered--
Shorn of Pride and Prejudice
I am lost--
My Heart doth flee my Breast
I am thine--
And thus, cannot be lonely
My Thoughts would never rest
But rest upon Thee only --
I am found--
And love the Feeling well
I am bound--
By Bonds of Heaven and Hell
For Heaven it is to greet thee
And Hell it is to leave thee
My Soul calls out to thee
In Poems wild and sweet
The Rhymes and Couplets meet
To keep us Company
Else could I not live
Until thou dost return to me.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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