With the sun of the day that is blind thrown up high,
With the copper-bodied clang of the bulls,
I talked to you in the tongues of fire -
As I knew no other tongues.
Demure and striking adorations and loves are for most gorgeous, delightful most of all beauties and tones, @wind-up-nhaama's ones<ззз
Thousands of thank-you's are for your glorious hands, thousands of grateful are for your lovely head!
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