And layer beneath the lips belonging onto (the Rose-Briar-Bush...),
And layer beneath the lips belonging onto (the Rose-Briar-Bush...),
Abideth a tiny mark-blemish (: After the likeness of a solitary, slumbering drop of my fated ink),
Hailing from the dawning aurora-prime, a milk-white Star (... Poured lower upon the earth which slumbereth enfolded inside the shroud of silver-oxide, and...)
: Remaineth fated to radiate its grace onto each and every single among Her sovereign kisses...
...The grand sanctuary-confluence belonging onto each and every single among my exiled desires.
