his eyes are candles glimmering,
if they saw you they would consume you
but they can't, can't, can't
his limbs are lounged in leather
his ears are pierced with silver
he is lost wax, wax, wax
his heart is guarded by bubbles
he'll tell you, you have the answer
but you won't, won't, won't--
(for erin) when i ask, where have the redpolls gone, and why the silence at my seed station your eyes, unbidden twin candles startle ...
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