The Sky Their Unweeping Canopy Of Deepest Infatuation Comments
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Feel these contemplating things under my eyes,
Birthstones who crenellate flesh,
Dreaming of streamline beauties dripping in balmy pulp
Fiction out beside the swimming pool:
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