dawn rose crushed in oppressions – her dew traced on no other’s morning light – her heart, torn apart – form me – spin me together, my love my love – spin us a loom, my love my love – weave us together, my love my love – we’re bloom, of our form love, my love my love – our threads, moon light in fractals – we cannot be parted Mary-Emma
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