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Her secrecy is charming to me.

The sexual wisdom of a thousand years.

With silver eyes she tore through me.

It is you I bring to ruin.

Please, a silent hour, it’s you that turned old,

My love was never a blessing, My gifts are cold.

So I celebrate your blood. It is the music of the sea.

I was simply running for the flesh. Your wound falls away from me.

Your summer breathes aloud, it is a kiss that awakens me.

My secrecy is charming to her.

The two of us, we understood.

With fragile limbs you claimed the distance,

While holding hands with a dying God.

It was my pride you gifted to me,

While holding hands with a dying God.

So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth.

Roaring skies endlessly left, on the great day of your birth.

As you lay before my storm, a bird sits at your noble feet.

I am a word apart, I am the coldest heart, I am a serpent of the sea.

You are a golden sun, you are the silver moon, you are a fever killing me.

I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen, I am what you all will be.

You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame, you are my tragedy.