Dreams of feathers,
hang from peacocks naught.
Ones lips are sealed.
the other always open.
Twins,
and both have pointed ears.
One can not but help to hear.
Standing upright a marble blue veined face.
The breasts of the one,
serpents around come out in the open, forever hidden.
All their faces suckle cold nipples pointed like spears.
None borne forth have warm milk suckled.
Slender candle...
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