Radiant, saw but didn't notice the break on ice;
Moral, but the stars in tears in saturn light;
Imagine, had a face of desert which didn't escape.
As I could sweep it from a heard to its corner;
Lock in the sands look - full of its intraceable touch Murder;
Hold onto the light of now, the dark.
Cold, by knowledge directly, have that isn't rushed;
Hands be a book in the resistant, a shortest cut;
Hot, before the all is the draft of the busiest dust.
I am Taken, in a dash a transition intrusion into;
A modesty of disappear so pressed into,
Calling to the halo paint to the italic moon.
The telling tall days, the trust that
Is wanting - gets told;
Has none become pleasing never blessed or old.
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