Cocoon //~

I could breathe
your sins on
my wet lips
...
I dare not speak
of the unheard vow
...
I raise the cocoon
wrapping the guilt
...

I fall, in, love
To wake up, new.
Discarded, soul
Of a withered wolf
...
Howl not my lady
For I am the crimson wrist
Egypt made me
Queen of all times.

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