Frightnened behind the blanket door I clung.
Ears parting two ways by romance' tongue,
travel from me, travel if you please.
Know no two tone romance ill lead,
Shaken dry I lie awake by past account
of desire and passion in liquid amounts.
What see you in me, my midnight lullabies.
My fear, my pain. My life and my gain.
My beauty, passion and shame.
In me, what you see. I dont quite agree.
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