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Poor little thing

Standing framed in the door

Staged in a fancy dress

Silent and dark

As my invitation was

Here is your mail

And the scent of your name

Hangs in air

As I shave with the curse of the blade

Till you would harbor me in

Baptized in blood and soap I clawed at

The envelope reads

Dear meager things you wrote

Could hit home, cut throat

Come press my sour skinned and seedless lips to yours

Come pass by, let me hear you talk again

Let me be your seasoned friend

Just let me hear you talk again

Listen, I'm glad you came

I knew you would

I waited for months

Now we'll...milk the dwindling hours

So where's the sun, I could sneak out the blooms

And bring out some joy

From the gloom, all morning

And afternoon, put on that song

And sway around the room

Come press my sour skinned and seedless lips to yours

Come pass by, let me here you talk again

I want to be your seasoned friend

Just let me hear you talk again

Mmmmmm

Dadada,nanana

Come pass by