Stonehenge gilded my love,
Your facet is a exuberance of love,
Your form is builting like a burden,
Long since was your visage
Like a stoolpigeon of feelings,
Your stock of warmth is
Like a seagull woman,
Your pompous figure is gilded
Made from all these things
Like a Stonehenge queen.
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