soliloquy and some other words...

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A wasted soul as I was; he touched and I became the lush valley of flesh,

And then he cut the wings of my unsolicited cogitations;

I knew he wept and wanted to set me free deep within,

‘cause I saw him burying the vestiges in his own necropolis;

He touched and I became the gush of blood,

He touched and I became the nectar from the wrung up veins

He kissed and I became the scented myth…