The
Repentance of her lips
To a kiss,Lingers still

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A flowering thought
Blossoming barren pictures
Of cubes I craze

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The ringing bells
Of whence the mind contends
With the trace
And hide distant
In the cups of the echoes

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That moment
When she funeral her passions
And boiled her innocence
On the coals of the coast
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The best,but again the worst still
These solitude winds can caress now

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