afraid I have to lose
wonder your eyes statue, and accent night
that puts me on the cheek
the solitary rose of your breath.
I have pain of being on this side
branchless trunk, and what most feel
is having no flower, pulp, or clay,
for the worm of my suffering.
not let me lose what I gained
and decorates the
your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
wonder your eyes statue, and accent night
that puts me on the cheek
the solitary rose of your breath.
I have pain of being on this side
branchless trunk, and what most feel
is having no flower, pulp, or clay,
for the worm of my suffering.
not let me lose what I gained
and decorates the
your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
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