Elegiac 83

Annie denies me with curses—she speaks no pleasantries of me;
but her unwise man comes, wantonly, when she she projects.
imbecile! can't you believe me as Annie remembers us poorly?
silence shall keep her self sane; shrieking and thrashing shall soothe.
we are remembered as she squirms, touching her matters of fuck lust—
angering Annie who burns, thinking of others while still.

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