I don’t need your covers pressing me down;
A tear drop sliding across the gown.
I don’t need a plaster mask to make it still;
The screaming marks are my will.
Drop crystal hues and ticking hands.
Sing for the day with glossy bands.
A heart shutters like lustful lips,
As the devils unseal their eyes.
A finger trembles on tainted tips,
As the tattered wings
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