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Misconstrued Inception

Within in the shadow of a seed in heat,
she swells underneath my aching body,
she sings and swoons,
in pursuit to disembody,
what's true,
the company she'd liked to keep.
But he came and drowned her fantasies,
"doth murder sleep,"
she swells and bellows under a bloody moon,
once proven a fool,
she wails, "I'm immune, I'm immune."
conception is cruel,
ever-longingly cruel,
she weeps even in the company she keep.

If she were brave enough,
she'd take it upon her lips and blossom,
she'd widen under your lovely eyes,
but she's reaching, bleeding, trying to sleep,
within in the shadow of a seed in heat.
Her scattered, mangled mind just stops and thinks,
what it'd mean to let you go,
the company she'd love to keep,
in the shadow,
in the heat.

Just a seed,
a tiny seed,
bleeding,
blossoming,
the company she'd like to keep,
put twilight to sleep,
just a seed,
so misconstrued,
led in disarray,
a seed by night,
rose by day.