Expectations
My crudest and fools desires
Nefarious thoughts so slavish
Scanning and dominating that head,
But before I will surely go crazy
Could have on the hand what I was negates.
Path of a stupid miserable
Glimpse in my death that I merits.
Difficulties, thorns and fallacies
Where should not, vain audacity
Make up the most atrocious ways,
And the grave is waiting for me, as under,
Pleasure an expressing tomb
Ceasing these torments, my torturers...
Loures
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