At the foot of the mountain
I called
To be covered
In a silk duvet of stone.
You heard me
in silence
As a neighbour hears
The muffled sounds
The broken cries
Of dreams fresh killed.
So, forgive me Love -
If I fuck off a while
To walk kingless
without fear
In the leather trappings
Of a disregarded life.
I called
To be covered
In a silk duvet of stone.
You heard me
in silence
As a neighbour hears
The muffled sounds
The broken cries
Of dreams fresh killed.
So, forgive me Love -
If I fuck off a while
To walk kingless
without fear
In the leather trappings
Of a disregarded life.
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