Countless time
Have I, begged you
Not to buzz my ears
Cultivating eternal feed
In little heart mine
I can’t hold tears
Irrigating thy measure
What mobility gained
Suffusing thy lullaby,
In little murmur thine
I fled my flesh
To every proof
Permeating my pore,
I trailed you through;
Where my outfit
Slept thy eternal feet
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