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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required VERSE I she brushed across my shoulders the bedroom light broke a breasted scimitar—dancing thoracic throat what I once outran—now presses my lips she carried no black-wing omen yet every breath drew near purple velvet summons Murdering me with Cashmere. PRE-CHORUS I kiss drawn, the walls slant inward and rouge, the dark-root took shape— as if her inborne blackwork could make the night a colourless drape. CHORUS I Murdering me with Cashmere tugging at my countless heartbeats stripping me down to bare nerve Murdering me with Cashmere touch that lifted a ceiling curve a birthright that denied me standing VERSE II the air lost a beat near her piano shuttered its strings her keratin ruled its hidden kingdoms where songs outlived clipped-wings one quick brush of softness could tilt the atmosphere— an unquestionable sovereign reign Murdering me with Cashmere. PRE-CHORUS II marrow-sapped, my bones bleached white and oooh, my will to power grew thin her presence pressed antique velour against my browning-paper skin a blue-litracution mocked my manly core CHORUS II Murdering me with Cashmere negating my defenses melting my deep fear Murdering me—only Cashmere mist that would not recede a spell that outlasted me BRIDGE she stood there—the verdict given queen without a crown her secrets a crashing thunder hinged to pin me down and I— climbed, she was higher and her hemlock closed in—too near I fell into her ghast-lit shadow Murdered soft by Cashmere. FINAL CHORUS Murdering me with Cashmere kindness with a strangler’s grip a calm that finished the work Murdering me in Cashmere queen in vestment of highness— Lady Caledonia Blue— cyanotic. OUTRO she brushed across my shoulders the world skipped a breath to grieve softness that occluded on my lungs and stayed refused to let me leave her after-mint lodged in my vertebral mind thorn in every flowing tear— the night she claimed my arrhythmic heartbeat Murdering me with Cashmere.
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