Let us empty our sacks of choke tonight -
drain the heart; let rhymes flood spaces we own.
And knit then my breaths to your flute; ignite
music that's life; fire from rubbing the stone.
Inspiration. Our new moment.
Let us black this happiness.
Some new couplets
furrowing the grounds of destiny!
Unruly, my breaths from our last last night
are now wanting your tame game once again.
It's time for forgetting about time, come!
Let us empty our sacks of choke tonight.
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