moves like ash through the air off a balcony Me of course I’m coarse like gloves for falconry My stomach is the water of the Balkan Sea Her cadence is the snow in Fuji mountain’s spring She’s a tree I would down just to count the rings When she moves her mouth in any amount it sings
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