—do you know who i sing to at night?
when the moon tempts my skin
beckons me right in
nightingales don't sing to me
i'm deadly
would you like to see?
the others think me insane
think me a necromantic heathen
you could join me
let us croon breath into
the dead
and set fire to Eden
-RB
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