a shoulder tender shelter to lie next together,
the swelter of a careless whisper left tempted
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough
to thirst united with the throne
billow with asps of the new day’s pride
thank God I’m still alive
to delve into the ridges of each dishes
kisses
the torment of each smile
bruisded reed tmpered on its poll
the thought of vanity
among humanity
the faint of your legacy
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