FAS
without the mercy of
your eyes your
voice your
ways(o very most my shining love)
how more than dark i am,
no song(no
thing)no
silence every told;it has no name--
but should this namelessness
(completely
fleetly)
vanish,at the infinite precise
thrill of your beauty,then
my lost my
dazed my
whereful selves they put on here again
--to livingest one star
as small these
all these
thankful(hark)birds singing wholly are
eec
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