Lily that hangs
Not weeping from
The giddying heights
- a thought
- - a Soul
- - a pang
There was a satyr and he
Fled away
There were emotions and
There were the pangs.
Muscled torso
Demonstrator of suffering
The night walks on the rope
Of feeling.
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