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As lonely as a on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it a man without a soul
Is but a split canopic jar

I it, improved it
Drove a sonnet right it
And in this of bliss
Evil with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips

Which through me, far me
usually pissed
But with words of hurts worth
I threw a party that God's list

Exciting new flames that my fame claim for me
Reciting the almanac of travesties

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to
A fad
Taught in all debauch in and in canto

Grown wild, this
harems defiled
Faustina's and
Libertine and her sisters between her

What of lies when lovers die
Which circle of is mine when I arrive

call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners to know
A fad
in all debauch crow against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my
Like a beside her
And bolder, not
My seed took up root inside her

That mouldered, older
Beddings would hold a sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited

Fleeing grief for foreign
I still vampire aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot laps

Then shooting in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a star
And there's nothing a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know who you fucking are

The patron of heartache
I can't see my world is
The world is falling

The patron of heartache
I can't see my is falling
The world is down

Everafter can they hear my
The patron of heartache
Never craft a bed of disaster
The patron of heartache

They me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to
A fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in

call me bad
Mad with manners dangerous to know
A fad
Whereupon I tell them to go their mothers
And so on my