and nothing else
With this quart of six
I am a mystery
Applying my melancholy
To the sex
Fairest
and there are those who don't want to fall
but the fall is perhaps all
the sense of no gravity
the ground ceasing to limit
Fearless and nimble and phobicall at once
Fair of heart, ye maidens..
fair as maidens demure
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