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Desiorama Enigmatica
Oh, desire in one 3 hours
Why do the ropes but curl
Like a spine to slowly climb
Why do I desire
Tears are the blood of pain
Drooling from the stone-sad eyes
And the earth but trembles
Wonders all enigmas
Why do I desire
Why do I think so rapid-water like
For tears are the blood of the deepest stone
Drowned at the bottom of the river
For all to forget
Oh, sweet desire on my rash-red lips
As I tossed my coins into the wishing well
To catch a yes or no
A simple fisherman
A simple answer to recieve
I love it.