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From Which I Drink

Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.

Your eyes open from which I dream.
Your eyes open reflecting our misery.

Your body opens composing this elegy.
Your body opens confirming my belief.

Your bowels now emptied, all your beauty eclipsed by my grief.
Your bowels now emptied, all your beauty eclipsed by my grief.

Your arms, outstretched and open, will forever wrap around me.
Your arms, as they open, shall forever remain wrapped around me.

Your hands, as they open, reveal the secret of our shared dreams.
Your tiny hands, as they open, reveal the secrets I now keep.

Your feet, now swollen, are the alters at which I weep.
Your feet, now swollen, are the alters I bow beneath.

This child's flesh I found decomposing alongside all of our shared dreams.
This child's flesh, found decomposing, shall be burned and scattered amidst the sea.

Your passion, all the love betoken, I will preserve within me.
Your beauty, all the joy betoken, I owe it all to thee.

Your life, as it opens, please grace me with your memory.
Your glory as it opens; I am forever grateful to thee.

Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I drink.
Your mouth opens from which I breath.


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