Symbol carving on a pine tree; breaking the outer dermal of her pierced veil.
Burial grounds beneath her thick black hair, and the mystic of her gazing eyes.
Your leather studded guitar strings in my pocket; strumming my morning lullaby.
The hollow shelter of Evangeline, and the sacred temple of Neptune.
I was cursed with her vivid nature, and twisted minds.
From under the burnt soil, they're reaching up to the textual violence.
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