your heart is bleating,
afflicted, forlorn lover of a lamb.
Disconsolate crestfallen lamb,
this brutal beating, from your bloody heart
bedevils my ears, the burgeoning bleating.
It cannot button up this incessant bleating,
lupine lover, laced up lamb;
ardor never pleases your ravenous heart,
a beating heart bleating; a werewolf lamb baiting.
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