How deep;
You, and the ocean sink,
While golden gates assume;
Eternal rust. Isolation in
Jubilance, through blackened streets,
Once shadows and webs-
A dust settled rose;
How admired.
Wince wings of wax,
My lover flows, higher.
Breathless bodies, deep and slow
I among the sleepless (sinking) slaughter.
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oh baby, my hairs all end about you.
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