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

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I got the mousse for the tooth
and in order not to be too obtuse...

We drip
we phase...

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

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

Blood brought with it
life...

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

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

The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...

~ AN EPICEDIUM ~
Did you not heed to sink or swim...

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