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Would that I could sense

essence, majestic elegance.

I love the heat of the fire.



That was burning fire of her desire.

If I could

cut loose

All the refuse

Would if I could try brilliant colors before I drift down

Would if I could squeeze old disguises into effervescence.

I am with all the refuse,

dense refuse

rotting rots.

No spot on earth gives me reference, just a spot, a little place of the heart.

No defense, no suspense.





Would if I could change my life sentence.