Subdued
like a sleepy river
receeding from the summer scorch
Subdued like a bride
doomed by fate,
freefalling into the mire
Subdued am I,
lost my steam have I;
no pressure to blow my whistle
Subdued deep within
these them layers of skin,
a fount devoid of desire
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