Do you remember the roll of the cake?
Traveling companion quiet morning
While you're assembling a dream that still
Ripe in his sleep last night, blowing smoke your story
Will heat the rims
Among the wildness of this breakfast table
I still weave density
Your fluid conjoined
My tongue makes it a piece of poetry
In your fragrant cloud of similar kasturi
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