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by FTS Miles

Your pale heart
Worries me, my love,
So drink from the
Sublimity of ancient stones
And the longevity of
Laughter casually
Deposited 'pon the winds.
And if blanched
You yet be,
Then cup your caress,
And quaff my soulblood
'Til your pale heart
Beats satiated again.