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Saevus
I’ve no taste now to introduce
The topic that revolves my mind
– Nay, not a topic; there’s no kind
Of order governing the loose,
The sultry, savage, things I find.
For in my skull there lurks a mist
Which cankers every spark of thought,
Which knows but miseries forgot,
And succours sins I would resist,
And cheapens triumphs I have sought.
Dawe
2017
Makes me think that ...
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