Predator without
Whose prey pray so full of nothing
Sweet airy nothing to feast
Thy favorite dish
Thy mean entrée
As the orchids of love
Hath called for rain
Perfect silence retrospect
When crevices congeal with ice
To make stakes in distance
Feel like nothing
Raptors having escaped themselves in trinity waltz
Dive climbing rise of gust of wind
Answer in flight collide and parlay
Those dear leaves of prey
Parting partnering ways on other whims
À nous la liberté
Nič whether lock or trim
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