Married in wet silence,
doubt turned liquid onto her music.
All borrow gone at the siege wire.
Near bronze from a near near gold
I was bred for the owner darkness.
Queen of angels, base drip,
mirage of spilt smell.
She broke her mind to her neighbour.
Shallow in a strap,
the mirror plucks structure from a tree.
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I take it back. This one is my new favorite.
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