Rein, rein
Poured over time
Fleshed out/Sour milk
Feeding tenderly
On the sad ballet
Tiptoed and bloody and botched
Take hold or take flight
Stain glass sprite
Shaken and splintered
Broke down doll
Darling dear, dear love of love
For love's sake
And still and still
We cry out the pained breath
At both beginning and at end
We wither, weeping willows wallowing
Bubble like corrosive flesh
Like sour milk
We are, we are
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