slurp the hoar
you frosted goats
unemplore the missing
wonder forth
impress the host
with undisclosed
forgiving
range a million
isles of sundered
smoke-lit thunder
cliffs
give forth
endless
ageless
naive
hope
oh my sundered
surrendered ones
my poor angels
digruntled
wondering
what goes
you unbelievable ones
you powerful ones
disbelieving ones
how can I speak to you?
all my wonders
gasp
before you
dependent
on your strange attention
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