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Beauty: A Draft
…
whilst her eye’s dark shades
and her lips and her swollen berries
and the flaws which marks
her pale perfection are kissed gently
her lingering panting is music
and the waves of her rapture
are crashing and frothing
on the shores of his hands
and their breath blows
like the dark wind in which
oak leaves and hooded crows
whirl over the waste shore
and the dark groves
of their dreamscapes
which now are one
…
whilst her eye’s dark shades
and her lips and her swollen berries
and the flaws which marks
her pale perfection are kissed gently
her lingering panting is music
and the waves of her rapture
are crashing and frothing
on the shores of his hands
and their breath blows
like the dark wind in which
oak leaves and hooded crows
whirl over the waste shore
and the dark groves
of their dreamscapes
which now are one
…