A gasp, await
further dropping soul, print
anon each other,
sprint in sand so firm and
sponge stain, smear on
gown grown pale,
await consequent drop in
line to live by, rule of
runes, long etched, long
hid, last drenched a
time long gone, but
new. await my
seething temper chill, my
pace subside, close eyes
and i...
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