In her hands, mine
Hungrily flow
Like river overland
Ravishing, uprooting
Memories knitted
Around engirdled metals
Memories of blood
That boiled turquoise
In the fountain pen of fingers
Lived its noble life
Surged once…
Life will flow in gutters of mind
In the rivers in fountain pens
I'll live in my hands
Flowing all over you
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