I Dreamed of a Cruel Lad
I dreamed of a cruel lad
torturing a little bird he had,
to feel its flanks palpitate.
I dreamed of a world like a mother's breast
with shades of siesta and slow wings fluttering rest,
and alleys of white dreams.
I dreamed as of a sister, chaste, serene,
with the only lips of sweetness that have been,
sister and wife she seems.
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