Hommel

Reminiscing the neon hues,

The nettled melodies,

Enamoured with moonshine,

Zion was veridical.

With a twine tied underneath,

Robbed from the gazes,

The fever piqued.

Sweltering palms shivered,

Sighs whispered agonizingly,

On broken pinions,

The escape stifled with a simper.

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