Don’t Strangle Me!
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You draw out by every poem.
Pick me up in your poetry.
I live like in a whirl of water.
Let me out. Don’t strangle me!
Oh of course it is not a murder.
And of course it is simply - love.
And the last of my vivid tendons -
Are yours, Lady, and yours, Milord.
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