Wash my bones up on the shore
I brandish my white horn, awake the ancient lore
Willow weave, for I have sinned
Let me breathe your haunting wind
Carve satin markings on my yellow flesh
Violet petals flower in the mesh
Moon cocoons a fragile fetus in her swollen cave
Wrap me in your naughty haze
Part your lips and swallow up the sea
As you ruffle through the pages of this hollow cavity
Pupils dilating, diaphragm painting
Won't you catch me while I'm fainting?
Mark my skin with Ganges clay
Dry, then black river washes it away
Adorn my form with reeds of kusha grass
Conch shell drumming, cleanse my past
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