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HIM and HER Possible

Him possible trance transcending Watering our possible moving Her possible walk longing Wavering our dove, steps crawling Dust mixt feeling, For the orphan sick Core mystery mere tormenting Polishing our poetry, tourmaline Close mystery tears palavering Featuring our millions, dreaming Task rude kick tambouring, For the organ seeks playing Him passive sweet sweating, Rolling our mountain sliding Her possible pain shaving Waxing our low bread, preaching Crowd foul, mild clapping, For the prophet still sobbing

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