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Scorn Me - with Everavalon
Scorn me but don't weep me
on your shadow of loneliness
Tattoo me with decadent coals
of corsets and gold
Playing the garter's melancholia
from the hollow of your abyss
Loaning me a kiss from evidentiary
embracing me with debauchery
With a drop behind each ear
hanging from the yardarms
Forlorn to consider
a smith for my marrow
I am narrow in a quiver
As tidy as bent bone
in the absence of rind
A perfume is drawn of peril
glossing the quips of devilry
Where they’re nascent in revelry
with no patience for its tainted align
on your shadow of loneliness
Tattoo me with decadent coals
of corsets and gold
Playing the garter's melancholia
from the hollow of your abyss
Loaning me a kiss from evidentiary
embracing me with debauchery
With a drop behind each ear
hanging from the yardarms
Forlorn to consider
a smith for my marrow
I am narrow in a quiver
As tidy as bent bone
in the absence of rind
A perfume is drawn of peril
glossing the quips of devilry
Where they’re nascent in revelry
with no patience for its tainted align
Published 20th Oct 2024
Author's Note
Dee and I got tired of cutting out paper dolls so we strung this ditty together.
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