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the hypocritic days
like eagles on up high
at dawn, he said
your body's motion is like music
when freedom from her mountain height
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
with her hair flaying wildly
arched the flood
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
simplicity
look out upon the stars, my love

 



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