Full covered
With hair as the
Sheep
I
I, the Poet Seer.
Ah! clothes!
The warmth of them
Is the scent of the
Verses.
The glow of the face
Red, buxom, livid.
Is the heart of throbbing
Notes
Throbbing verses
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