Flowing cold from finger tips, so mind does
quell, I'm bringing eyes so green,
from deep in you.
Laughing lights glitter flash, from sky so bright,
blinded still of truth,
I may be few.
Outside inside cheese from cloth like wine, try
most sweet upon the tounge can't
help but bring a dropp
of blood from you.
Windows clean see my soul, the sill is clear
hear my feet, they seek a place to
hide inside of you.
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