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Thoughts of the Deeps
Metal surfaces upon
Your tongue
Like the plumage
Of a mid
Night swan
Swam
Into such
Sights
Having only just
Begun
As the clock
Falls
Face down
Reflecting your
Deepest
Inmost depths
In steps
Of
Thoughts
Of
The
Deeps
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