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Veiled as though a moon behind the clouds;
I thought while he covered me with a silken
cloth. His breath like lonesome vapour trail;
made me long for cheeks to blush and pale.

Observe the dew on his brow and dust ‘neath
the nails; as he begged me not to fear but oh
his eyes told me the tale. Lulled with sounds
of dolor and sounds of pure delight; memory
grown so dim with passing days and nights.

The stars douse heaven with light;
As I wish upon to beckon his sight.

 

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