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the air is like a butterfly
i saw god. do you doubt it?
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
this is the arsenal
up to her chamber window
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
high walls and huge
i love my hour of wind and light
the fragrance came
when night drifts along the streets of the city
in and of itself
are you alive?

 



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