cut by a piece of glass

        in a eland of thorns

        nor trocious ers seen in the ers

        of certain ers like eyelids and eyes

        capture your    in my hands

        s its oaks

        tohread of snow.

        Noal sugar, spirit

        of the s,

        ransomed

        human blood, your kisses

        send into exile

        and a stroke of er, s of the sea,

        s on t    for you

        surrounding t doors.

        Nig spindles,

        divided, material, nothing

        but voiot

        naked every day.

        Over your breasts of motionless current,

        over ys of firmness and er,

        over the pride

        of your naked hair

        I    to be, my love, no tears are

        thrown

        into ts we,

        I    to be, my love, alone h a syllable

        of mangled silver, alone ip

        of your breast of snow.
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