i Swear by the moon with a
tumultuous rabidity and mediocre
Howl; i Swear by the hand
of the seven seas , where veins are
full of the charity of gratitude -- thunderous drapes
that linger with the sound of
the wind;
i Swear by the
nine birds of fate which i do possess
and know nothing about; i
Swear by the whimpers that escape
the corners of my mouth
when you sit on my belly, &
feel the warmth of your
sex
which ignites passion
and disaster; i Swear by the
solemn toes on your left
foot which has not received
any of my attention;
by all of This, i Swear
that i do, in fact, love Thee.
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