I keep drpping a letter, all _ver the fl r
There ges anther, rlling ut _f the d r

I stepped _n _ne nw, it's under my tes
Why s clumsy tday? Nbdy knws

_h well


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There are things I can share, only now, only here
Skin on skin and sin on sin, I will open the door and
allow you into my closet of skeletons

Only now, only here, do I dare reveal, my inner thoughts
It is in trust earned loyalty that I do share

Be prepared, for it is through this dark passage that you also enter my heart
No turning back, Angels await to forever join our love!

She doesn't recite poems in the darkish sunset

like golden corns dying to be reaped
she needs a hand to cut her through
reach to where a fleshless lust is still not ember.

Seasons come and fly away.

Her own poems withering
she pines for one simple nest
to rest.