Every moment of it is exactly written Except.
some drops of rain or blood. darkening this instant.
I'm not afraid of the subject matter. I keep on the track beyond the reach of all foam. Salute. Before we perish. Touch this air and kiss that wing of Mine. Opening feebly before you and amid thunderous dances and and
both male and female the Hour created Godless names for centuries to come and go within your beauty my alcohol
then the voice. the glass. the wine. the flames suddenly kissingly
your new mouth and hips and candles. I will if You.
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