I spread five fingers and five seasons came;
I kept the one that had no name.
I closed them 'round the stepchild month;
She felt like love when love is done.
I stuffed the lost one in my mouth,
And spoke things scratching to get out.
The Gypsy wrapped around my eyes,
And by blue evening I was blind.
She wormed her way into my ear,
And whispered quite like you, my dear.
She burrowed deep into my brain,
Sweet and sharp like blade and cane.
But when the sweet bitch found my heart,
She bit and sealed the broken part.
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