By Erin Domke-Harris
you will meet your evil passions
I swear to you, by the earth which I inhabit,
my life will flow quietly away, and, in my dying moments, I
wish; but when I looked upon,
when I saw the filthy mass
my feelings were altered
I had no right to withhold
my power
I said, you already
show malice that make me distrust you
the love of another will destroy
My vices
I shall feel
the affections and become linked to
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