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By Emmanuel Williams

October 20, 2026

Meanwhile the maiden down the hall gives me shivers

All the while the soup we dance in makes me quiver

Though the floor we stand upon destroys my liver

Still the maiden down the hall gives me shivers

I crawl into our stroll and my hand gives you aches

As I fall down your tongue and all in one my mind quakes

For the sake of our union I cannot be to blame

When the bounds of my loyalty are clear through my wake

There is not enough to pour

In my heart’s sacred core

I may need my own lore

For I am one settled score

And I now cannot seek forgiveness

Whilst the maiden down the hall gives me shivers