Diaphanous silk
conforms to the ripples of your body...

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Wailing brokered the silence, paid
moaning fed human lusts, laid...

I love the thoughtful way you speak
I love your beautiful personality...

We drip
we phase...

Blood brought with it
life...

Eerie, does the silence grow
we watch them, with their holes aglow...

Twas the night before Christmas
Where all through the house...

Play you upon my curved horn
Dance your fingers through my hair...

amelie, bamelie, zamelie, doo
I ask, what has become, of you...

Ink dribbles so slowly,
spilling its life onto cellulose blend 74...

I.
My father is an enigma...