Mother
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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Mother
Of
The
Clouds
That
Hang
Detected
From
The
Skies
Azure
And
Heavens
Immense
There
Be
No
Voice
That
Rises
Now
Vintage
Of
Grapes
That
Bacchus
And
His
Entourage
Sucked
Nipple-like
The
Whole
Night
Yesterday
Below
The
Dangling
Moon
The
South
Wind
Blew
High
Over
The
High
Fields
That
Were
As
Small
Cliffs
To
The
Seas
Below
You
Try
Too
Much
Try
Me
Too
Much
Too
Long
Too
Heavy
Excruciating
And
It
Be
Night
And
I
Be
tired
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