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Onto thy Ribs
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I will die onto thy ribs, to be pulled and quenched the thirst of life. Like an empty cell will I float on thy silent Self with beatitude of being, My careful heaven on earth.
I'll die, a fainted lover of thine, To forget the ultimate singleness that life offers
I will die, a fainted lover of thine, To forget the ultimate singleness that Life offers
Thy chest and broken Costa passionless and pure doth hold my uprighted self, Embay with breathless sanctity.
To forget the ultimate singleness that Life offers. Thy chest and broken Costa passionless and pure doth hold my uprighted self, Embay with breathless sanctity...