My sugar sits untouched, for I dread the misdeed it would be should I savour it on my tongue
A great deal of pain it would bring should I find pleasure, should I find its purpose under the sun
No longer will I sail across the sea of my desires, for you wait at shore
I do not wish to risk the feeling of hankering for more
I beseech you not to visit my chambers; I therefore assure I will stay clear of yours,
If you have set place, I apologise, I can no longer tend your heart sores.
Ceaser Mata
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