Compare to me,
jealous and envybelong to me once again
I have never seen burnt umberforcibly painted red.
Speak softly and in passive voice
with little to no wanton noise.
Push the pedal down the halland scrawl ancient passage on the wall.
We speak no more
we felt before
we spend forever again,
in whispered chants and melon rantstucking satin beneath the skin.
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