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Crush
Crush
Like the rainy season watercourse
Flowing with full pressure
Fresh and strong, like wine
Too strong to bridge
At august it rests
From pregnant clouds
And thus the weight less
Supplying a low mass
At December thou dries
Leaving relics of pressure
Denying the fishes the pleasure
Once thought prerequisite
I once thought it love
Only to find it desire
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