Tapping, tapping a stick in my neck
Wooden echos across my own head.
Light the blossoms that sprout up above

Watch them ignite.
Flames of dewy honey
Highlights in my hair, red and gold
Darkened skin and black eyes.
Before and after, souls blend with mine
Echos in every curve and smile
Ghostly lips and hushed screams.

Empty jars left unopened.
Tapping, oh, wooden tapping

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