Run to the grave she said like milk

My lips could taste her heaven

and he said

my child

and we danced beneath deaths star

as if passing could cover me

My baby / My life /My love

take my strings in Bach

break my bones for not

Run he whispered

the knives have me

Take my soul to the screaming stars

My bones are broken upon the oars

take me my love

I am broken on the stars.

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