Burn and be burnt by me
Let us flow together
As you spill your form on me
And I fall to one knee
Passions burn my face
Your spring quenches and excites
My very body is a substance
That yours inevitably ignites
Let softness beat against hard
Glistening out of breath
Held as one who can never let go
Fixed as a plant in wet earth.
I climb the two pillars of the tree
And lose myself in it
Give my life into it
Adit gives it's life to me.
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