Freaky Lullaby

You lullabied me,
you fed me.
Lilacs listened too,
making us two.
You lullabied us,
you fed us.
You bred stars,
they felt us.
Like a foetus,
unripe with innocence
You sang us,
to nifty ambiance.
Lurid storms gathered,
But psyches slathered,
We lay, dead.
We died, fed.

Authur Michael Tupu
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