Lady P

She sings me to sleep,
Holding me in her arms
And pressing on my tear duct
Drinking my tears as they fall

It sweetens her
Like nectar does a butterfly
My tears sweeten her.

My tears were her nectar
My tears are her nectar.

Rather bitter nectar.

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