Clean casts and cloths!
There was a lullaby about
the entered dame,
and I might have coated
myself in her princess
name, tucked inside of
her platinum frame,
and ate the strut
of her barefoot flame.
No shame darling,
no shame,
I crave you just the same,
from your curls I came,
and your rose colored kiss,
I claim,
from the drops of your golden
light, to the humming flutes of
your fame!
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