Stand Alone (an old poem, dedicated to SLC)
Will I lay you there? moving down, past your heart; through, to hold your fingers, fair.
May I look upon your breast? you're valued crest,
may we have each-other near?
in warmth, of life's cold rain: blooming as the orchids dear. Sweet lover, sister near.
May I allay, with my gentle hand,
your fear?
May I look upon your breast? you're valued crest,
may we have each-other near?
in warmth, of life's cold rain: blooming as the orchids dear. Sweet lover, sister near.
May I allay, with my gentle hand,
your fear?
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