Description:Bring our child, A name amongst ashen skies… Immerse your hands in her hair… Annabel… Now, cry. As the veil of a white worshiped face I see (it’s so bright) Broken bones ornate your mouth. Now, cry. Taste the red milk… An ashen sky waiting to recline and kiss me As your face cracks with age Now, cry.
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