Diaphanous silk
conforms to the ripples of your body...

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I never did cry after that saccharine lullaby
not a once...

I love the thoughtful way you speak
I love your beautiful personality...

We drip
we phase...

Blood brought with it
life...

Eerie, does the silence grow
we watch them, with their holes aglow...

Twas the night before Christmas
Where all through the house...

Play you upon my curved horn
Dance your fingers through my hair...

amelie, bamelie, zamelie, doo
I ask, what has become, of you...

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Did you not heed to sink or swim...

The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...