You shall not go for you have just come,
slight illusion of dream, dense, intense, vibrant flower.
My bold heart, for the reapings
is hard hand audacious… for the dominion, soft…
My bold heart adrift…
You shall not go, for you are just coming.
If you go, if you left… When you return,
you shall return even more lascivious
and you shall find me, lascivious, waiting…
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