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thing breath gulping leaves you stand sternly sweet (in night you do) y o U stand neatly between heaven and aching dirt you heave an errant sigh and thrustward falling eaves you mingle pinkly (your heart stammers) between beauty and i arrive on your naked impossible skin m y own skin and sweat r i g h t into your clefted heap my ardent sting