The Blue Ointment
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want to make Her Open — like recessions of the Sea. And She will trace Your feeling, in the blue ointment of Her hands. She will Speak to You — and Call You Wonderful. That Sounds Her anklet jewel, in the sand. Her Love will Ring around the Spire of a Swan — And Wind Your Flowers through the Sea. | |
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