Yes, whisper
And disarm
My disquiet thoughts...
For I'm born
Out of the dribbling
Of your rain
On my naked body...
Or bring me the noise
Of the butterflies,
You set free
In my secret garden...
My soul is cold,
Its teeth chattering
Blanket me,
With this bleeding night...
And make sure,
You let no on know
Of all the stains
You left on my garb...
Yes, fall asleep
On my dreams...
I'll protect you
With my insomnia...
And soothe your whimpers,
Till your world
Dies in my arms...
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