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[blueloki]

Through tongue tied trysts with anchored wrists,
through sharp divides with lips held wide,
through twisted tricks I won't desist,
my love for you, my blushing bride.

And in this game of lust and shame,
we know no foe who's best in show,
we tame no blame in deed or name,
and where we walk no plants will grow.

Though anchored deep in all I seek,
I cannot steer my solid fear,
that as we speak of highest peak,
the ground is close and getting near.