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kindle my urn
let it burn bridges
across the sweet desert
of your nape
kindle my fire
let my lust
become a Macbeth
who died to sleep
and earned the kingdom
of a whore's Judas’ kisses,
even Portia wouldn’t mind
for lust must come to judgement
let my lust be kindled
or die a poet's prayer.
Teddy Ugonna Richard
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