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My Gothic Violin

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At times in prose my words wither
With a pretentious fleeting
Lacking oxygen of this bard's love

As the valance of day shawls
Then back to wither without a trace
As a specter shakes my Gothic violin

And as candlelight flickers in shadows  
A breath of your presence breathes life
On the walls of my sacred space

As your kiss pollinates my soul
With your lips of sweet resin
As a specter shakes my Gothic violin

And the enclosure echoes on cellophane  
In my transparency living with a ghost
With a pretentious fleeting of our love behold

With vows of chastity abstain
This day we bread with eternal forever  
Then back to wither without a trace

 

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