Wrinkles Before Whispers:
The measurements for which
We use to see the volocity
Of dexterities meaningful
Motion.
Suffered through time by
The smiles of wrinkles
Yesterday.
Whisper unto my ear
Oh you whom Wrinkles
Has placed a void on
Motions movements.
For there came once upon
A breeze in which a Whisper
Could kiss an wrinkles
Ankle.
Grab me surely my forth
Sword of twights last gleaming
Smile.
Wrinkles has whispered a
Longing full shekle of one
Tenth a barrel shall equal
A lifetime of fullness.
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