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There's a long between your craving lips
And inspiration
Whose like fever, never ending everlasting heat
vanished

Gather to make them sands
from your feeble hands
Thought's like views of
Malice through broken glass
Follows the

Rid eyes of control
Take a naught, a
Perfect clay to sculpt
comes creative passions play

Desire, of, a carrion of might
Another bizarre of violin of mine
serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's becoming

of the force, the perisher fails
Skin a driven nail

That's a tempting wise man
And colors to the moon
orchid it's charm and splendor

Soon it comes, the light
to be not of this Earth
Not of Earth

Rid your of control
a naught, a chaos
Perfect to sculpt from
comes creative passions play