Clone, caught hold of your flood lung, Harbour your 'someone', prevent me. Shown, you swoon in your lace run, brooding, a quilt tongue, pining me. Calm, clot, cold, and bleed Bone, pull over your midriff, labour your inches, widow me. Hone, all crimson and hinges, tarot and inches, corner me. Faux, shot, sold and bleed Cower all your cinders, fake us bower on your shivers, shake us