In some valient winter day's
leaving sun rays.
Who will uproot and throw off my frog-blooded heart by their dry lips into your heart's closed window.
These are messanger of
maenad willings,
bearer of your mean selfishness
to all of those pale strange eagle.
My companionless
pondering n roaming heart's worm will be
the signature of mile stone
of far off pass
as today's manuscripts
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