My Crimson Sympathy

 still strange moons of pity 

When we went wrong 

her faltered performances 

My crimson sympathy

be delighted to hell 

helpless hands betrayed my imagined hunger. she stepped upon my cheek. Unsavoury as an acquaintance. At this great distance. We toll the knot of pansies. Hair is fingers. Sitting on the edge of butter. Until they kill me. All day long. Pouring through her perspiration. 

I betray us both. With hunger. Gradually threading the needle. Far away, my lips move. Gliding through reason. Covered and crying. We evaporate into thin air.

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Method = ngrams

Corpus = The King in Yellow