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Seven All Alone
Within the depths of an ore filled grave away from life and light.
Six other souls toil with me from days break to early night.
Some speak of want some talk of love others long in ways between.
Jealously kept are seven secrets and hid well are desired dreams.
T’was a cursed blessing granted when first we saw the madden fair.
Our loneliness came beautifully taken refuge in our lair.
Of her she changed house to home a prison none could flee.
Punished with her velvet touch all craved submissively.
The air was filled with her scent and the music of her voice.
Sought for her attention each wished to be her only choice.
In a fruit delivered came destinies answer to fates silent call.
At rest dwelled a beauty pure perched atop death’s eternal wall.
I sadly gazed as a single kiss awoke her soul to him.
Embraced in passion they rose together with the effort of a whim.
In the darkness of a carved out cave seven mine for precious ore.
Ever after is there ending for a love they’ll have no more.
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