it is to the rain I listen,
the weave I did sew
street newborn glisten,
between want and know
forever dreaming shadow
a soul in skin ignite
laughter joyous sorrow
soaring blade delight
in honor dictates
opponent you undress
the blade stillness waits
the power in finesse
seams unseen seeming
ripped from crotch to crown
sheeps clothing redeeming
in crimson river drown
moon face scarring
in poetic phrases
memory is marring
inconstant are her phases
stygian maiden wooed
silver dress remove
her kiss becoming food
starvation fidelity proove
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