Stripping down -whose flowers are stoning me;
Emerging as an assaultive kiss;
I fall from sea to shore with tied wrists;
Cold star in heaven, fall falling from the sky;
Make the sea - open gently divide the night in miles wide;
Move with clouds and silence be the change within the wind;
Rush this dream - to sleep and sleep - I touch - the feel of sin.
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