I'm all dolled up. My hair is long,
and I'm a slut - but just for you.
I sing the songs of all the swans
beneath a tree with gnarled roots.
The birds nest gentle in my hair,
I fold myself in solitude.
But when I look up, you are there.
You take my hand and we walk home.
I used t o quake when I was scared
that you would leave me all alone.
The northern star, I wished upon
that you would keep me as your own.
We had a secret all along -
we fuck without a condom on.
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