Did you fail to end in sunshine?
Has the trail of your divinity run cold?
It's not the end
Though the sea and sand have left you
And the sky has brashly branded you to bone
There is a throne
Where you can soothe your sorrow
Where you can loose tomorrow on and on
Balm for your lips
And licks away for blisters
Are the sinisterest prisoners of the moon
Loom in the forest
From dewdrops and your torus
A seat to sit before them. Appetize
Prize the possession
Utilize what you're presenting
Blush your cheeks with what leaks freely from your wounds
Howling wolves
Singing lyrics of adornment
Brings your image to a form beyond desire
Fires in the tooth-gleam
Are admiring how you dream
How your taste upon their tastebuds will they love
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