A muse that lives in these three stanzas.
Invite me to be warm sound of the wind breathes the compass and road
you swim your navel
today in order to be your fire.
Báilame water, kneaded my flesh sweet
withered ivy itself leads me always shines gold
snowy fairy is your skin.
Petals, quartz, Incense
song
nothing is mint casual in your voice
your whole body is warm undine
cyclone sand.
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