No More

By: pseudomuffin

In time I took a tithe from thee--

fortnights fluttered so fast unfathomly

and thou dost suckle as the night

hast learnt from the day,

foreswearing the continuances of the

unsleeping stars.

For I, the vindict of thyself,

shall no longer yearn for thy

unfettered fishmongery.

NOMOREPO
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