How that sweetness

upon tongue

Swirling curves

Whirling curls

Uncut the couth

Grinding of teat

Minding the coals

Jewels of beauty

The pears of stick rows

 

Daunting these droves

In their roving troves

The bloody souls

Under-foot

Under-feet

Under-boot

Beneath the beat

Chiseled by the glittering

Chattering by the toe ever mistled

A thimble, a tinkle

A glassy class embedded

in gloss and embossed

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