Petrarchan Rondel
I found a place with which I'm to make do
though it may be barren but for these ancient dreams
long lonliness has no influence, it seems
                                over ancient dreams of you

The ancient book of my young history
these chapters of writhing desires and needs
in stories which no-one I know wants to read
                                I found a place for me

So I strip my expressions bare again
as curiously naked as my anger before
in thinking I desperately needed you then
I'm sure it's the fate I was foraging for
but now that I've shed my lust of tragic end
I've bare expressions to show, nothing more

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