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Selene on guilt.

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She writes a poem for no one,
Everyday its misread,
The drunken slowdance becomes her,
Burlesque for the dead.

I'm not my body and I'm not the edifice it's inside,
I'm more than the sky I'm divine,
That resides inside the grand design,
Of esoteric manifestation the bright side of her life.

She licks her wounds proving a tongue peppered with stars,
Her ears perk up at the mention of battle scars,
She's stronger than you can ever know,
And she loves you, she loves you so.

Much more things she'll have to see
Before she can truly begin,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,

To be the skirt under the wall,
To be the rain that wets it,
To be the brain that forgets it,
To be the birds and nothing at all.

I'm not my body and I'm not the edifice it's inside,
I'm more than the sky I'm divine,
That resides inside the grand design,
Of esoteric manifestation the bright side of her life.

To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all,
To be the birds and nothing at all.

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from The beauté faye upon her face, Non erthly thing it may desface. (Cult Of Lilith), released February 15, 2023

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