Forgotten isles
Their naked wedges
Bringing them happiness
Is a shivering coal mine
Illness of predictions
Rising sandstones
Their shyness
It rides through
My blood and leftovers
Burning puppets
In their fringes
It is all set
To wipe the skins
Beams are over
Not in a gaze
But it melts
And freezes four times
Chasing wings
They arrived
And crossed their fate
Tips of mounts
They still know
What we pledge
Not much to disclose
Never to drain
I still spend my weekends
In shale and other rocks
And that is the prelude
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