Deceiving may not go on

High up to my heart-runway
She picked up my atrium
Then up to my ventricle she breezed
On a single letter of echoing chamber
She run on a giddily divestment
And kept on a device like locksmith
A woman trying makes me her device
To control on
Then to chain her elements,
By a pen un-borrowed to cultivate
Then to hatch up at a threatening summer
She backed up to my society
On a pearl voice but she escaped
Covering up the perfume not to run
And she gladly heard me her tone
Of slipping tongue hardly perceive
She took away my name,
To be fastened on her girdle
Then she grinds as a machine
And shouted
Loftily as a bigamous used to lie
No more and she grumbled
I asked my coward heart not to run out
But to be ready for another disaster

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Deceiving may not go on