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Traitorous Love,
I had thought to know you
ere I grew tangled
in the paths of your dominion,
but you possess a roving eye
and a heart cooled
amidst the ashes
of ancient flame.

O for the wings of a dove,
that I might fly
from your slumberous embrace
into the valley of darkness,
into the arms of my
Morphean lover,

where nevermore might
mine own eye fault me,
mine own heart cool
and live again, a flame,
erring in its passion
for what would be wrong,
were love forbidden.

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