Giver

The Nameless

Ink & Yarn

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Kettle

O nameless,
I do not understand you
as it should be.

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O nameless,
I have become a mystic in your house
and I am no longer afraid.

For I know I lack nothing
in your arms.
Skin gleams as gems under the sun,
hair glistens as water under the moonlit sky.

I have no glory,
for my heart is made of gold itself,
and these feet of silver.

O nameless,
I have become a mystic in your house
and I am no longer afraid.