Against the contours of your flesh
I anchor my translucent bones
Within this sacramental harbor
We are nightly uncloaked
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Bring not your wrath
Lest demons occupy
The rift of malcontent
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Bring not your secrets
Lest doubt embellish
Irreparably my dreams
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Let an imperfect day deliquesce
The truth caters not to preference
What is, is always more precious
Than our egos could ever conceive