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Would you let me
Come to you involuntarily
As the crabs adorn
The wet shore of an ocean
Would you let me
Crack your ribs
I am the tender of your rostrum
I am that comic spine
Therapeutically laying layers of laugher in your mouth
Would you let me
Fumble with your humbleness
For you whom I have bestride an ageless desires
I tell you solemnly
That if you let me
I'll pluck the left eyes of Zuma rock
For you to see the wailings of a people
I'll cajole the ocean to salt your lips
So the aroma of your testament will patch furrowed filament