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Alabaster porcelain
Erato is your name.
A lioness,so lovely.
Let me watch you,
Flittering,diaphonous,protector of a flame.
You're at home in the Gardens of Babylon,
or curled up in a chaise on your porch.
Ethereal and timeless,
You shuffle along the scrubbed sidewalks of my city.
Raising your sweet voice in song.
But the silence is overwhelming,
as the secret remains on your lips.