"Kiss me, Hardy"

Spare me not the whip while
My heart is on the rack.
Two hearts beat at my chest
And half-a-heart I lack.
Would that I embraced the sands
And kept to hermitry
Perhaps then I would not
Nor never known the sea.
Perhaps I could still run
And find some quiet place
Perhaps then I could find
A moment too of Grace.
But instead I am here, a matter of decree
Has cast me where I know not to where I’ve yet to see.

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