One morning, before the leaves began changing
I caught a piece
Like a kiss, soft, and wild with the delicate steps
And so ten centuries solemnly collide
Love failed and I have
Lost
Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
Lightly upon
It never hurt this much before,
And I feel I'm courting
Sing to me a romance, sire
That splendid trod the starry
Almost condescending it looks on from inside;
I feel strong, this
The cathedral buried beneath under cathedral is
where the glibbest instrument
The portraiture within me rose up
To meet a constellation
Borne on
Laughter is ceasing,
All the coroners of New Orleans
Are calling, all
The shamelessly desirous broken heart inside the
otherwise empty cabinet of
In a host of unbarred waterways
The man bearing scrolls;
These are
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