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Beyond the rose-clipped fence, a feast
of tree and sea,
of shade and hue, his love asleep
and moist with dew.
Shall he awake
from simple sleep, unlace the dream
and seed his shame, express
a need, embrace the flame?
He locks the gate and strides away
to worm the wrinkled book
where minds in hunger roam.
He kneels and binds
his hands in prayer with words
to root and free his soul
with empty thud
of nail in flesh that chills
his blood. |
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Beyond the rose-clipped fence, a feast
of tree and sea, of shade and hue,
his love asleep and moist with dew.
Shall he awake from simple sleep,
unlace the dream and seed his shame,
express a need, embrace the flame?
He locks the gate and strides away
to worm the wrinkled book where minds
in hunger roam. He kneels and binds
his hands in prayer with words to root,
and free his soul with empty thud
of nail in flesh that chills his blood. |
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