Cellar door, no more

Behind the cellar door

A quant lisp hollers

Sweet cinder, behind

The cellar door

And the fruit berries

The hollow scent

And the odourless musk

And the fused hope

For liquid Genesis

All this speaks

For long a lust

Along the love

Of the

Cellar door

With hinges

No more

Of the

Cellar door

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