do not on to me your green-eyed
for thy are poisen ivy to thy blood.
doth it not plagaue you to look upon your sweet
as thy hands grapple thee?
my love, my sweet lossen thy keen hands
from thy throat for green-eyed
has beseeched you to thy will
i entreat you my love
come back to thee
for if not
i, devoured by earth will be thy future of me.
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