Tint, taunt and flaunt None will measure the amount Mouths of chapness Noses of pepper You know what you’re about, So: Possess, posses all you want Wrinkle, wrinkle all you want Peel, peel all you want Your reign will soon be over II You are winter in a land And harmattan in another A two […]
Winter’s whistles are skins’ wrinkle Their cold strolls do make skins wrinkle Like caked-mud II They choose their lives’ early mornings To sound their scary cold warnings With body-marks III Waters rest from stinking bodies Harsh sprays cry on shivering bodies Like hard-cores IV When the sun appears, bodies dance Welcoming like mother in dance […]
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