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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