Abrade the remains
In thy lathe of words
Be not be pretentious
In thy erudite fore
So swiftly consumption
Will see your door
It will erode
The gross in you
Wear away the breath
To polish my soul
Potion enwrapped
I pine for an end
Enliven the glee
In presence 'not'
You keep thy words
And I keep my silence
In thy lathe of words
Be not be pretentious
In thy erudite fore
So swiftly consumption
Will see your door
It will erode
The gross in you
Wear away the breath
To polish my soul
Potion enwrapped
I pine for an end
Enliven the glee
In presence 'not'
You keep thy words
And I keep my silence
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