Sick robust child A tray of blood is no Reward We are forever for The breaking of our Own spine Sweet red chicks I am to save you from Yourself To keep you clean Save you from my pride Baptized in a pool Of my own With my lonely head On a tray Will you bow to Kiss my mouth |
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