Bathing adrenaline tingles
Curving arches of the spine
At twilight daze curtails
A sleeping want of air
Through passage onward dusk
A chemistry thus paralyzed
Our motions’ ballerina spin
Chills the rugged Brooklyn piers
Their density enriched
At waiting home aromas
A la carte the trim
We’ve dilapidated shear
The bottom of the well
Too calm
And then how surely do we swim
And so surely whip our fears
An embroidered shivering
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