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I,ve unclosed
I,ve unclosed
(and
i
will speak
slowly
trees
steeply uncrooked breathing 'gainst
the racing moon over the valley bending
swiftly thoughts of ungiant sprigs puckish
in the frailing summers wings
a wig of tender incandescent drops cavort
in silent wetness on petals the)
a cadence of caving murdered light
seamless fluid winsome dusting upon
the unserious lips of night flexing effortlessly
by their touch, and flaccid, upon mine
i am drugged
of lilywhite tubes; crumbs of hushed love
a draught of limpid steam. i
laced and foamy the jaw distends
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