Siobhan's Berceuse
By Guttercat
This air 'tis filled with infancy
A scent both sour yet sweet
Beguiling are her garnet eyes
A place where secrets meet
Between the intakes of her breath
Angels pause & weep
Secret of my heart's desire
'Tis time for you to sleep
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