dont know much.

lift that worn scarred veil up

and slide my hand beneath

that ancient wall of hopeless shroud

enshrined in mourners sheath,

lay softened kiss on pure white skin

in stroke of wanting flame

then gather in small searing gasps

in mouth filled with your name..

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