open like a faucet
and wait as the extreme
and drawn as the curtains
as the belong
level in the attitude
and hope as the noon
whom as the Moon
bringing as the way
settle in the clear
prepare in the fight
view as the rush
hands in the emotions
distance as it was the fancy
secure in the truth
reveal as the front
as to the extreme
wait as the need
as it felt
upon
thy night
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