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were it not for that singular smell
rocked in the cradle of the deep
see i give myself to you
uplifting, as the wind blew
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
the darkness
burly, dozing humble-bee
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones

 



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