The Mouthful Morning
I whisper with a force
Like a door ajar --
I got as far from you --Silence,
The Stone Watching --
And there is no mercy for my tears!
How can I have you
With the stem -- with force
Under the Steal's volcano, in lava --
Emily, in the Fall.
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