oh the words of the dancing wing flutter over the temple of her fire
the caress of the doves wing
the gentlest of fingers
the deepest of needs
the hardest apple to swallow
and yet
who did so doing entered a world of perpetually
turning beats that danced before the eyes
the caress of the doves wing
the gentlest of fingers
the deepest of needs
the hardest apple to swallow
and yet
who did so doing entered a world of perpetually
turning beats that danced before the eyes
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