Nine tails scrubbed me* daily and nights.
One day, I took the decision :
My body is not to share
Over your desired fire* !
Rest, I'll go retire*
Elsewhere to care ;
No passion
Or plight
Wins
.
(note : this poem is written to enter the Breakup Nonet Challenge with one referred syllable counter, but this one provides strange results : 2 syllables for "scrubbed" - one more than expected - and 2 for "desires" - one less than expected)
(with an other counting method : *my corpse /*desires/ ...)
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