Fruit
The heat
that has us burned,
holy wine that joins
and cleans,
like the root
of the grape,
has left me,
in your
flower
intoxicated,
that has us burned,
holy wine that joins
and cleans,
like the root
of the grape,
has left me,
in your
flower
intoxicated,
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