Spotted in gold and reddened blue
Your lips, my love, with lies prepared
And colored cries, half tones confused,
Silence the soaring and muffle despair
All rests, my love, as I know that it should
Lashes brushing white cheeks,
Salty pinks swallowed heart
Kneeling now, my love, they burn, grow good
Licking wicks of truth shape the hues of this part--
Molded into silence...
my love...
into Silence.
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