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the something you alive,

white naked

blue eyed

stranding

blonde

darkly

wheat gold

i run

,a finger,

through

while makes

gladness

sing saying

by voice

the mouth

of your

soul

i (Dear)

am not

without thy

chasteness

after chasing

the morning

on hills cloaked in

crocus and thyme

reach to hold

the crust of your

divine health

a cheek

pallid

struck through

(rouge)

and beating

little by

heart

this my

dear

let

this anthem

of thy breath

ring through

all stillness

a golden tone

exciting every

atom to

DANCE

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Published: Sep 23, 2024
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