Arcadian Abode

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My beloved

languished was I 

whenever I recall  

those luscious lips of yours.

 

Your fiery soul

concealing the blissful agony

of my sworn brothers.

 

Their sunken eyes 

cloaked in your warm embrace.

How I wished to reunite with them 

but Tyche was never in my favor. 

 

My grace

I thirst for their smiles

and their never ending tittle-tattles,

but Ponos never ceased to amaze me

with his relentless drudgery.

 

My queen

drained was I 

whenever I harrow

those shriveled skin of yours.

 

How I longed 

to bathe myself 

in those translucent tears of yours.

 

Embracing my brothers,

drinking to our heart’s content

until your sister blinds us

amidst the starry sky.

 

But alas!

Here I am

drenched in muck,

pouring my everything

for a measly penny. 

 

Craving to set foot

once again,

leaving this orange

crooked piece of junk

behind. 

 

I wonder—is it truly possible? 

 

When the ones 

sitting in your throne

are nothing

but swindling raccoons. F

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