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Let your tongue unfurl to feed me truth
Feed me all the things buried in you
The darkness beneath your lowered gaze
The rancor woven into your blood
Let your eyes betray to me the truth
Feed me the shame that has tormented you
The longing that spun your passion into ruin
The dread your heart somehow embalmed
Let them be mine to cradle and to soothe
Till this heartache and woe are no longer yours
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Shequinah Rayanh Nanshanapa
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