In my mind's ossuary of tomes short on words, But long on shortening bread for my sweet tooth A shadow crosses my bed fathom deep in the spread Giving me love behind the blinds of night times From deep in my query as my pulse stands still Of dreams and specter's ghost freeing my shrill As your fingers grasped my will Giving me bedside sighs As a silence of echoes are screaming in my
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