If it is
indeed a sin to love you
let me
call that toll-free number
and book
me a place in Hades
as
through this interminable life I lumber --
Let me
find a Teacher then
to learn
right from wrong;
I did
think I had got it right
till you
chanced along.
There are
no roses, they say,
on the
beds of Hades, just thorns.
But the
softness of your eyes and soul
notions
of right and wrong transforms.
So a
story looking for two writers and wandering lost
Cries out
to be written, whatever the cost.
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