You are what I've wanted at the closest,
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at the furthest away.
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When I was bound by compass marks,
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You engaged me in the tallest grass
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with the tines of a savage wreath.
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(Oh, my savagery, my savagery!)
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And in the convalescence,
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after my heart was flayed,
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divorced in a thick of thorns
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and then began to heal,
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You peeled open my wounds...
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And I cannot accept Your offer.
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Lover, I ache to,
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but I cannot accept Your offer.
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A Waning
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| After The Sirens |
