Lonely bird,
I capture thee
A foreplay’s sort
Before drowned
A torrent fast
The hills hath made
Stone carved into labia;
Eternity’s orgasm
A tiny reminiscence
A long’ sleep then.
Feed like earth
Warmed by sun
We give
Our lives,
We live in the off-springs.
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