As I will surely cherish you.
It is my way,
'Tis as I was raised,
To deify you
Like the sublime nectar
Of sleepy stew.
I am fragile like the room
In which you reside,
Within your mind,
When you have dreamt up
Your own little piece
Of Heaven.
Push me away,
Sugar fairy,
And watch me become as the little black spots
That form in your eyes
When sleep pushes in.
So pull me in,
Winged candy,
To your astral, ambrosial form.
Cherish me,
My angel,
Keep me dreamy warm.
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