Welcome to my delirium
welcome to my opiates
welcome to my empty hands
welcome to my shuddering ribs
welcome to my brittle skin
welcome to my leper lips
welcome to my weary eyes
welcome to the puerile embrace of my abstract arms
welcome to the mythical passion of my loneliness
welcome to the inebriated storm of my heart
welcome to the spring breeze whispers of my love:
the deeper you get
the more I welcome you.
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