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…your lips, your tongue, your hands on the path…collapse…how can I write?

…bells on the swan lines – dizzy of your beauty…slipping on the Gems, trumpets and lily-rounds, detour on the tender sides, up and down with crazy bells and lilies, back to the Mid-Galaxy wit million bells, down on The Path…trumpets on the border…The Great Anticipation, The Great Reveal…lily-storm in the bazaar, tulip-love, The Great Capture…lost