the noxious (breaths of) those we cannot touch
tinnitus raping seed melancholy;
in time and tide the throes of them (who such
with fire fear first fight identity)
when coupling shriek sure ecstasy begrudge,
(how pollen fails the bumblebee to see)
and smell the melting breeze caressing much
our turning back (the I You so can wE
unwarm ingenious webs of weakly soft
fioritura) the Winter holding high deceive
a spring well Sprung throughout aloft
an air which trembles chillingly (what if
a flowering frees a face in fatal clutch)
and noxious you of us i cannot touch


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