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Lilac wine

A Gas blue dres

A revolution’s dream

Lays on your strong chest

A sailor’s . . . been told . . .

Sings the well’s . . . bell . . .

Soft melting skin’s nickel to

gold . . .

So hot, tempting an unbearable

hell

Concealed, perched low

the huntress lays . . .

Tischen’s bow . . .

An English maze.

Men are equal . . . you rise . .

. I fall . . .

The flesh is mightier.

Firm, tight, and small . . .

A glamorous mind . . . forging

a sweet and liquid tongue . . .

A truth, a funny wisdom . . .

found . . .

Unpredictable . . . scatered .

. . free yet bound . . .

Wild and wrong.

Soft . . . and fast.

A perfect song . . .

It can last . . .

And last . . . and last . . .

And that’s . . . a dangerous

wicked past . . . hot and

cold

Rewards are slow . . .

A beaten path . . . a perfect

show

Anew with limbs and irrevoca

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ble harm

A golden ear . . .

. . . a broken arm

Sail on . . . my sweet soldier .

. .

And I’ll breathe

The deep green sea . . .

. . . in front of me . . .

Rincon

Love, p