Smooth calm arm
and fire of scent,
you balm
allay me
allay me now
persuade these knots to
leave me
treading softly
'round the giants
of near ends and we're fenced
picketed
Old lovers still half warm
breathing
fill our silent circle thick
a half mile more
could split the difference
a half hour more
between
Him
and matters of men
Allay me
Allay me now
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