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so quietly he sits
the gaze is seaward
sunrays glisten on feather-soft skin
that gloweth like flames.
so clean and pure,
his presence lifts the haze
so soft his touch,
that barely ripples
the elixir in his flask
as mouth and metal meet at least
to moist his lips a little
the kiss so tender
the metal cries, for
it yearns to feel his gentle caress
the touch of a person
who loves from the soul
doth much to shrink the burden
of things living or not

and so sits the child
so innocently perched
as he peacefully gazes seaward

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