Blood Bride

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Sister, to me speak
There is much I seek
Come brother, beside me lie
Together, we may die
I love the way you speak
Honeyed tongue does leak
Do not make harsh sound
Those already in the ground
Not of the fools
Words of vomit and drool
Pour your honey atop my heart
Purr of a grown start
Brother, do not despair
I worship the way you stare
Come, beside me stay
Let us end this day
I wish to stroke your hair
Come now, cease your stare

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