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She used to see you in the lights |
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Like a lotus in blossom, glittering |
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Soft opossum dog hopeless in want |
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Searching, skin like a queen |
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Her silhouette hurts me though |
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Under the glove of recent moons |
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The waxy glow and silk cut jaws |
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All smothered by her charcoal snow |
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If I could take this ghost into me |
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Pulling inside tenderly, I could not |
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Nighttime skin, glistening and remembers |
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But the beating bird inside its lonely iron cage forgot |
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So alone this nocturne goes |
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Frail fluttering moments seeping out |
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Drink them in |
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Greedily as prose |
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By putrid, red wine stained stalls |
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And cheap laughing candlelight |
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Before they are out of the reach of lips, |
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And tumbling sweetly into the close |
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