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A kiss from your breath,
hanging from a tree by my own promises,
swaying in the whispers of a deeper shade of night.


	swing
		low
     sweet
	      harlot


You aren't here in the Orchard,
but you can see it from your ivory tower,
gleaming in the gloom like a distant solitary candle.


	baby
	         light
     my
	    pyre


I am in the parallel space
swimming in a blank abyss of white,
dangling, twitching from the sturdy limb of a weatherworn oak.


	evil
	        that
     men
	     don't


Lucy's in the sky with warlords
gangbanging her into an alternate dimension,
but I can do nothing while you crack your timeless whip.


	mor
	   tal
     tech
	 nique