Damsel fly meander down
The river looks like skin tonight
Ebb and
Succulent, ready to be twisted off,
The leaves are warm and
In between these white hotels
The parallel pavements are peaceful
The fallen
There's a rumour that there are lions in snowdonia
If you
You make remarks about the people
Who walk past your window
Arm
Hoping this train gets lost on the way here
To lengthen
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