And in the (feeling/seeming) morning
Shuffling winds doth shift a ringing
Winter rain a warm shower
In the distance puffs of dust
Dry (clothes/moths) in the afternoon
A wanton lust hath swallowed fumes
Les panaches’ instance
Il touché tellement comme l’air
It touches so much like the skin
’S heartbeat whispering
Sleep sommeil it comes and goes
Like in pairs or pears
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