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Sette
In the absence of your sin
Indulge I in others
Not our sweet perfect passion
The other six
Are so much less
Than your breathtaking One
I'm a glutton to keep the tunky
I'm a sloth so that I might catch you at home
Prideful am I, your sweet whispers have me arrogant
Envious am I of all who get to see and smell and enjoy you
My avarice consumes me with desire for your time
Wrath...woe to he who would do you wrong
Ways to fill my days with six
Until I can keep but one
