Take me to a world
of Hove
Dust your reflection
off
Flocks of wingless birds -
alone
Waves breal the surface,
dove

Fire in the eye
of Jove
Crash into neptune,
dove
Fishes hold the string
the ring
Mist on the surface
Hoves


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