the angels gave us
a baby. a good baby,
a quiet baby.
when she sighed, we sighed,
and all was right because we
now knew perfection.
but the goblin king
stole her, and left us with you
in the baby's stead.
a heathen, wild with
laughter and song, breath sweeter
than opium, and
eyes the color of
nebulae, striking me down
with only a blink.
than opium, and
eyes the color of
nebulae, striking me down
with only a blink.
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