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Twelve little wells of golden ink Bone bottles stacked mouth to tail Arching your back into the sand-cloud [?] underneath your skin Arctic to equator A pair of sympathetic ridges shift You've evolved to harness These constant eruptions Through vascular penance Tectonic verse flows Riding again, again, again Again, again, ... [*?*] Floating a lucky heart over their palm Casual ribs house an expanded mind Left and right hemispheres in balance (*balance*) Constant composition and Eighty scribbles per minute Let us flow towards that Transfer every character that Circulating function [?] flowing forward out the snaking [?] It to dipping itself in and out in intervals Twelve little wells of golden ink Bone bottles stacked mouth to tail Letras de cancionesPenned in its planet ’round the craggy pole The inner halls expand In gilded breaths Compelled to give itself the moment it is for [x5] Compelled to give yourself the moment you want for Compelled to give yourself the moment you [?] Compelled to give yourself the moment you– From Letras Mania