Compact the Traction

Lying Lion,

Leo Lean On;

I feel a cutting sensation

In the strings of my vibration;

Let fall every drop of doomed drink;

I've got a coupon for a longing sigh.

I've got a notice for a heartfelt eviction.

I've got a tag for narcotic insulation.

Be my December Queen,

Melting as fast as it's seen;

I angel this snow for you,

I compact the traction between...

A brittle cup and a burdened exhale.

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