a single pearl
when the foe of your countenance
struts about like a swollen young peafowl,
and the lips of your heart
bellow up the fires of its abiding hell,
a single pearl lodged firmly
in the door of the mouth
shall prove faithful.
{one gate of heaven
closing in on
a body of flesh}
when the foe of your countenance
struts about like a swollen young peafowl,
and the lips of your heart
bellow up the fires of its abiding hell,
a single pearl lodged firmly
in the door of the mouth
shall prove faithful.
{one gate of heaven
closing in on
a body of flesh}
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