Falling in love with an oppressed
Man was the height of romance
Catherine was lonelier
for love on the moors
Against Headley
not for Edgar
but a Heathcliff the brute
Emily Bronte and many others
Were the Anima of a beast
The dark fiend justifiably
Aggressive is perhaps
the only emotion denied
and desired in a sanatorium
of gasping breaths
Muse was the projection
Whose suffocating
Smothering embraces
kept the soul of the anima
kicking alive

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