SHE CRIED CURSES IN PERFECT VERSES

I'm not sure what this is just yet. It came out like it wanted to be sung, but maybe it misunderstood itself and is just to be read. We'll see, it's here for now...

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Rising through from beamings underdoor in bellies of dreams, i see your face, alone. Fuming, breathing inside my lungs, transposing shadows into fluent tounges.

But i'll wait in crimson satin sheets. so we bleed silently, invisibly.

All dangers drip from candlesticks. All heavens hurt, bow low to it. Sink your teeth deep to the heat, put your hands in angel shapes. In steaming singes of growing pains, hit with haste with swelterweight; or rest my soul in drippings from holy flames.

So we'll bleed invisible, untouchables over these crimson satin sheets.

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Something i made once, it seems an appropriate accompaniment.