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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] The more I endeavour to maintain distance,
The more I get entangled with the erotic sense,
As if I were being controlled by the very emotion,
As Macbeth was controlled by Lady Macbeth’s evil passion!
So dominant the feeling is,
It does not seem to have any cease,
Like a drug it makes me an addicted personality,
Like a magnet it ever pulls me.
I do not know how and when will this end,
Perhaps I want its end, perhaps I do not, my friend!
