Heaving deep, I
Sigh my groan
Frowning your space
By my quivering lips
Begging my hands;
I distance your image, standing
Motion still, surrendering
In total defeat
I huff all your creations, and
Create my own
Whizzing wonders in the sky
Pulling my magic fingers to void
‘m a total miser now:
Charred miff and the grey ash.
Forgive cut of my lips, that
Quiver in every quake pawing thy steps
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