Vulture comes between the rose and the morning,
sipping the vaulted -
Vulture comes twixt the night and dull pasty
glow of an ashy, drunken -
A child crows and a river murmurs
essences of SHUSHU and NOMONNOMN.
A roar childs its way over valleys
most pretentious in the eyes of poets.
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