Mortal Sin

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Title:     Mortal Sin
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

(Song for a drama)

Much the wind
Knows of my heart,
Though he whispers in my ear
That he has seen me burn and start
When I dream of your breast, my dear.

Much the wind
Knows of my soul!
For no soul has he to lose
On a mistress who can dole
Kisses that drug as poison-dews.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Mortal Sin

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