These chains and whips hurt
Where has my sanity gone?
I'm sitting here eating your dirt
Hoping that it will soon be dawn
This sonnet is third in my misery
You don't even care about us
Oh, how love has become dreary
Humiliation seeping out like puss
You bit off my hand as I fed you
I hunger and thirst for any love
Because you ate my cake too
Our love has become sour love
The bondage of my soul to yours
Has me down praying on all fours
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