by Love for You, I mend, transcend the man of me from birth that my Curse to be eclipsed dark and manly apart from soul womanly... Ye, Bright and Right a-dancing far from me.
Summer You are, My HauntMorning mourned afar: this queer year in two, biennialed Solstice,
of Sun sweet kissed, a bliss-beneath in Fundament Rocky SubLoveContinent; on the Rocks you rocked me; the roll's take anyways stays; O Warm Womb-an
within love else none other weal or wealth
need Illumine again: by Love for You, I mend, transcend
the man of me from birth that my Curse to be
eclipsed dark and manly apart from soul womanly... Ye,
Bright and Right a-dancing far from me.
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