Poems from CH
For the insincere smile I sport
It is but a
Lie, you are correct
as you always tend to be
So I apologize
so we can move on and let the...
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A fool's breath
Sold his gold
For muddled copper pennies
More common than
Fool's gold.
He hath beseeched thee
to lay thy gaze elsewhere
to directeth thy passion away
from his mortal body.
He asketh thee to love his divinity...
Hypnos, thou art a bitter wench.
Thee maketh a barb of mine own soft tongue
Sharpen mine wit to a piercing point
Injecteth scorn into...