My Beloved
Your calm with saddle
when a piece of loaf
pass around the table
as a blush of blood
serve with leaves of olive
No one will get through tonight
passion runs as a blush of blood
even wrap of river blest with leaves
knocking each door given silence
till escape to free scripts of love
Betrayed me as friend
My flowers bloomed in dust
live in the blood
always share the loaf
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