I
love you where your eyes are wholly mine
Where
your voice carries as I sleep my final
Small
mystery the strange sound of breath
Wrinkled
as the withered leaves that kick
The
wind O they’re falling up as they will do
And
down later on their asses feeling kissy
Zip!
and off they go again happy as how
Many
echoes can the heart possibly endure?
O
bright February! we are warm enough
Aren’t
we how you toss us into talky piles
Chuck
us in such chatty heaps we long to
Attend
your pleasures and your vanities
So
hideous like clouds O clouds please not
Today
we never conquer this desire do we?
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