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Mountain with imploring stairs
let me pass with the woman
clasping her in my arms
beyond the precipice to my
entreaties you bring torrential rains
you move the haze between the dusk
and the night’s alcohol you hide us
in a hollow as some lukewarm,
complementary donkeys, filtering
veins of auriferous sand
adorning the river with floral veils ‒
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