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Late Loverby UviDecember 2006 |
| A diamond short, a decade late I come to stand outside your gate Unlock and open, let me in Forgive me, love; what is my sin? I fled from you across the land But now I ask you for your hand A decade late, a diamond short I can't imagine why you snort My limbs are frail, my breath is cold I must admit I may look old I fall, I kneel, why—I implore You are the woman I adore I feel so weak, I feel so brittle Don't touch! I may be impotent a little You loved me once - or so I thought Stop! Take your fingers off my throat— |  |
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