Ode On Opuss O Opuss, you lick an oeillade but rarely are refined. You inject a ruse but only to the untrained mind. This is not poesy. Rather, a pose. Love is not a creature that you try to tame with Ajax's rhymes. It is free like your brain so why do you stay cold in forms that enshrine not your heart but another's? Not your art but another's? Barely a start. Lend me thy tooth to curdle the sands and drive this broken cart from its youth.
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