"For tender years you took me for granted.
But still I deign to wander through your lungs.
While you were sleeping solemnly in your bed.
Your drapes were silver wings your shutter's flung.
I drew the poison from the summer sting.
And eased the fire of your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing.
And if you let me I won't move again.
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