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Desire floats above the cloudsIn the heavens heading southIt’s cool breath spreads heatHues of yellows, reds, orange now. To fall to fly to be so highSweat beads vapours of the skyNavel tense arms are wideFor seconds in the amber light. Embraced by the earthThe Sun always surrenderWilted limp in darknessBlanket under constellations by birth… of…
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