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Together
Grit the roses through teeth
cut closed through barbed wire skin.
My darling sings to me in simpers
With lovely cadence
Carved harder and prettier,
Burned deeper and sweeter.
A French night with wine,
Is all it takes to dream,
And with souls on the air that hear
Music fighting a silence
filled with painted eyes,
That look to thread ice through your veins.
