Two plump questing doves
Hover over the river
Of gold and your mouth
Is a chalice of gold
The nervous moon's shudders
And cherries and silence
Mean drinking the wine of
Your breath is an axiom
Hover over the river
Of gold and your mouth
Is a chalice of gold
The nervous moon's shudders
And cherries and silence
Mean drinking the wine of
Your breath is an axiom
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