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Sing your siren song
Sing it oh so well.
Sing your siren song
And send me down to hell.
Sing your siren song
The one which sailors tell.
Sing your siren song
Enchant me with your tale.
Sing your siren song
The one of wayward men
Sing your siren song
To drown out all the din.
Sing your siren song
While we drink our gin
Sing your siren song
As we all pretend.
Sing your siren song
Send us to our death.
Sing your siren song
Give us our final breath.
Sing it oh so well.
Sing your siren song
And send me down to hell.
Sing your siren song
The one which sailors tell.
Sing your siren song
Enchant me with your tale.
Sing your siren song
The one of wayward men
Sing your siren song
To drown out all the din.
Sing your siren song
While we drink our gin
Sing your siren song
As we all pretend.
Sing your siren song
Send us to our death.
Sing your siren song
Give us our final breath.
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Embrace
I'm so cold Will you warm me with your embrace Being alone for so long My body has become cold Dreaming of the day I could know the warmth of another Someone who could warm me up Mind, body, and soul Filling up my heart with their warm touch Keeping my heart shielded from the snow I long for companionship 11/12/23
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Her Midwinter's Depart
πππ«ππ‘ ππ, ππππ ΰΌΊβ±ΰΌ» Hith'r and thith'r doth the windeth blowe; His wint'r breath whirleth bitter cold so dull... Whence doth patch of ice cometh to showeth; And dabble leaves in white of snoweth? H'r wrinkl'd dresseth did bind in breeze; Cinnamon-mahogen rolls doth twirl... the fabrics w'rn in streaks of grey; Hind'red, distracted, by h'r lovely arms... Those doth swayβlean and sharp; Such crispness hath found in bark. Bef're such st'rm didst cometh to take; The life in h'r night as did sleep away... His toucheth twin'd fing'rs in lace; And h'r depart did bid well from brace. Whence didst such fruitful colour cometh to be; And wherefore dareth that gent maketh it leave... ΰΌΊβ±ΰΌ»
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Reminders
Rain skitters down the window, little beads of dew, collected until a necklace, is what a web turns into, gathering glinting droplets, on its fragile sticky strand, while tree branches are letting go, leafs fall and sway then land, atop ever murmuring waters, foreign whispering stream, it reminds me of coffee, how clouds stir like cream, oh so dark and bitter, until you mix a little light, much alike an orange sunset, as it welcomes in the night, its luggage chilly darkness, from a gentle winters dawn, snowflakes born so shyly, in a moment they melt gone, reminding me I miss you, since the tide pulled you away, I wish you home tomorrow, even if not today.
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