Sight made flesh
Iron were loins and joint
Sight remains penetrable
I gay
Unlike others on hoof not adder
Announcing his coming unaware
Deceptively silence he the way
Glaring some saw lowered he in green and crept
Till the coming
Spotless was I pursuing the heavenlies
Till she emerges
Enticing locomotion before me she came
I succumb not but the flesh
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