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Split down root stone,
separated from head & toes grown;

self transforms back & forth uncontrolled,
heart seizes to caustic gravel & cold,
tiny atoms whip strings about spectacle show,
strength ignites when passion is bestowed;

fire burning beneath bone,
extends from mine turned-up halo;

being free with one comes bearing hefty ropes,
but it exquisitely feels good though;

Who said love has a time-watch ready to implode?
Who says love dies,
among the fielded wild florets rise? Yet...
only they shun forever leaps to stars growth.