Defender of Men!
How many hours long spent
Transfixed in that sweet emrace.
Me weilding my pen,
You stating my case.
Oh the misery!
No more will my voice to vent
Through my long necked companion.
These fingers can't see
You taken so young.
Oh Alexander!
Soon back to thee I'll be sent.
Just twenty days, nothing more.
Then our heats will stir
Till again we're tore.
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Spencer Wilhelm (
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Great write.
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