I picture Parisian angels, gilded in gold
Heels sounding on marble 
Silken echoes cascading down 
And then there’s the picture in my pocket 
Liquified sepia painted on paper, 
gilded in gold

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Diamond studded disco jackets 
Not dainty dollhouses 
Or moonlit waltzes,
they can wait until after  
This is our moment after all,
With the night wavering like the water on your sunken wishes 
Who’s to say the day won’t steal it back 
I’ll turn on the spotlights 
You ready your shoes, 

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Harmonising in seas of molten gold
Religious oscillations in arcs of sinful sanctuary, as you anoint me under 
stars of lustre and polished paint 
Vincenzi, Leonardo, Firenze 
Tinkering away into coalescal chaos 
Nails etching constellations into skin

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And when you leave, make sure 
that foreboding shiver lingers on 
Scented with sacred secrets
Perfumed with the wallows of the rich 
Whispers of kisses floating by 

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And in that moment, will I remain 
So poetically, a reverend 
Gilded in gold.