UNION
TEARS
TEAR FLESH.
I WEEP ACID RAIN.
CHEEK BONES OF ALABASTER
SHIMMER WITH SUNSET
HUES.
AS BLOOD POURS OVER BONE
FISTS OF FURY
INFLICT WOUNDS OF PRESENT
PRESENTS.
TO BE UNWRAPPED
IN YOUR PRESCENCE
I PRESENT MYSELF
UNWRAPPED
I BOW
A BOW ATOP YOUR GIFT
BOWING MY BODY
YOUR ARCHERS HANDS
DRAW ME FURTHER INTO YOUR
BODY
OUR BODY
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