In your boudoir of laurels as a thorn drips thicker than rain on the windowpane with your lips of the dawn rising but sweeter than sins of cocaine for sinful omens of my maiden fair As the vine twines a twilight sonata accompanied by winds of cello strings of gray skies coming in from the rain a haunting kind trellised in our love of raven eyes shaded in almond green In your boudoir
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