The Last Sirocco
This light that binds, this ether of sun
Heat, bleached upon the bone
That, that leaves no shadow
no air on which too draw
writhes, as wraiths upon the wind
This light that binds, this ether of sun
Heat, bleached upon the bone
That, that leaves no shadow
no air on which too draw
writhes, as wraiths upon the wind
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