Give me no harbor
from myself;
(they let me lead
a thousand lives
and so cheat death
when I’ve already
died.) Allow me no
room to breathe,
no ship to sail,
no world to wander.
I’ll terrify the flesh
I find in the bottom
of my glass. When
I’ve emptied it. But
most of all, don’t
let me in. Begin, be
gin. Begging to sin.
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