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Merry, you may be.
For I am the in your tounge.
Create to yourself, of these
figures,
and to me, your skin -
as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, veins,
in a of melancholy.
In a of misantrophy.

the carpet, so I may be
united with the of these.

my eyes,
still I see - presence, visuality.
I you my pale hands,
I will feel - shape, contoures.

leave.
In me you wont any pity,
as the dog that howls for the light in my -
the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a like me.
So, leave.
In you wont find any pity.
Tour kisses as hell itself.

Be silent, for I am the in your tounge.
Only I can vast costumes of time, and still be present.
"So, hereby I thee."