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I Discomfit
with salvo
the bay
and island
with lifestyle
yet desire
nurtural arc
of tournament
here squire
with her
leg yet
ingress indelible
swoop on
the page
within the
eye's link
of Neverland
from mother’s purpureal
ruby berries
we nourish ourselves
consuming her tincture of life

— The End —