As the moon shine will affix
Upon most secret reaction to pressure,
Sands intercept tide-tales through secret transaction of treasure.
Soft, as voices in leaves freed,
Rainfall, overwhelmed with yearning for the sea,
Doubles down, tossing out lengthy promises of pleasure.
The secrets, passed through a mix
Of fresh air, fruit flies, and lust of some measure,
Drift like perfumes, sightlessly seen, filling clouds with jealousy.
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