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hover her hover her your love hovered in spurs
conquer, always beaten into soiled soot
my feet are whisking the desert floor
my hands are a gelding this cactus' thorns
lace, rosemary, time and vines
cover him cover him my thin frame covered the cures
the Urals moaned to their Himalayan friends
through wind they spite each others mighty forms
but still they're friends, both Mountains, chained the same
Ergo spell; tell me have the Tibetan chants gained their grow?
I'll never know him or she as long as they move East
I am rot in June as deliberate as a sun on sand by noon
**** you
stuck
you
are
in
wet
mold
mildew
I dried the flask
peeled a mask
burnt the rain
sent the pain
How daring of you to respond as a washed up un-sterile pond