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Left by smoke, I just happened by and by
Along the trails of mis-used ills. Supposed I talked...
and honey poured out. Would I be kissed by her ?
Whose hands are softer than... into her eyes...
I announce that until I vanish, she'll never know
How to wawrm, the milk before most: in a room.
Forgotten by the temples and wind-less zoos.
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