Girl; Seen As When First Created
Dissolves presently
That fleshy gross
In what burns, purely
Spellbound, soul-deep.
Bloomed fairness, yet blown
Mortally hung
As soon thought up shown
By God to him.
As its pseudonym
Hawkmoth. Hovers!
Myself - this evening!
Whose buzz does keep!
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