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[saeity]

To the perverted soul, I told:
In the pillory, I must you hold,
Until the hours, the dreams, the nights,
Turns to me with eerie sights,
Of whispers and voices and all the latter,
Tears and twists, until both, we shatter.

Hi Volaticus, In the pillory, I must you hold,- should this read- It's you I must hold,
thanks for the read

saeity.