< Erotica
A Lustrum
A lustrum has not sped since first we met.
How many shall have ere we meet again?
Thou hast gone forth from this our world of pain
Leaving me heavy-hearted, with eyes wet,
Before my manhood's empty shrine—and yet
I'd fain believe we did not love in vain.
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