Nightmares still your beauty
You sip from a glass of death
His claws scratch off your skin
Wrapped in suede you fall asleep
You walk into the garden of passion
You talk to souls
I feel faith your silent breath
I want to join our ways
You fall asleep on the wings of night
You read from the books of dreams
Controlled by negative thoughts
You sleep on its wings
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