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Let me Let You
I'll chase the ghosts from your halls and marrow
if you allow me to haunt your crevice.
Let me nurture your screams to those of joy
like a thousand seraphic harlots
moaning a Barber-stringed symphony.
I can cultivate the infertility of the stubborn -
scattered memories that have plagued your soil
and forced you to feed on hopes.
Let me roam the summer pines of your head
as the warm rain ignites every follicle,
transcending my weightless being.
I would reconstruct your sacred ruins;
building a strengthened home.
Let me dream and wake, inside your love.
Let me let you do the same.
if you allow me to haunt your crevice.
Let me nurture your screams to those of joy
like a thousand seraphic harlots
moaning a Barber-stringed symphony.
I can cultivate the infertility of the stubborn -
scattered memories that have plagued your soil
and forced you to feed on hopes.
Let me roam the summer pines of your head
as the warm rain ignites every follicle,
transcending my weightless being.
I would reconstruct your sacred ruins;
building a strengthened home.
Let me dream and wake, inside your love.
Let me let you do the same.
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