Darkie noon meddled up with sky
Lonely hearts soaring up with eyes
Bits that swam by felt and sneered
Had not turned the pages filled
Wholly blazed in sounds of blush
Tender deep tendilled with taint
Twisted heart heated by
Smith's glowing eyes
Seeping stone flares
Felt by ghastly glimps that fears
Flowing outbursts thy stones of tears
Knitted harms dwell fitted near
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