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"It's not poetry, but it's pretty," he said
As he raises his voice, she her head.
"It my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think.
Oh Rose, sad, I suppose."
"Look in her bed and bound to be sleeping
She's lying there dead. - Now, breathing."
Furious Rose, with your eyes,
languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I've heard energy in
smile, the soul of witchery.
You're not away,
you're not running - are
Lyrically longing, she's tearing the from the page.
She's seething.
"Bring me blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.
- You don't what I need."
"Look in my bed and I'm to be sleeping,
I'm lying dead, but I'm breathing."
And I'm barely as it is,
and I want to drown in my dreams.
Bring me wild and agrimony
- I bet you don't know what that means.
Rose, with your opiate eyes,
your hum, that tone of surprise.
I've heard energy in
smile, the soul of witchery.
You're not away,
you're not - are you?
Gingerly peering his shoulders, removed herself from the room.
She's terribly freezing, she knows when to go.