Damsel fly meander down
The river looks like skin tonight
Ebb and
Succulent, ready to be twisted off,
The leaves are warm and
I like to see
The stone steps rounded
And bowed by
In between these white hotels
The parallel pavements are peaceful
The fallen
There's a rumour that there are lions in snowdonia
If you
Hoping this train gets lost on the way here
To lengthen
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