love is a fist
of a thousand fingers
with strength enough
to grind stars to dust
spread it all over
the corpses of those
who dared to lust
in this cosmic gamble
what is wrong
what is just
when the seas can change
with a gust
of wind that never learned
to flow like water
----
of a thousand fingers
with strength enough
to grind stars to dust
spread it all over
the corpses of those
who dared to lust
in this cosmic gamble
what is wrong
what is just
when the seas can change
with a gust
of wind that never learned
to flow like water
----
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