places on my cheek at night.

with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

and adorn the branches of your 九_九_藏_書river

Never let me lose the marvel

is having no flower, pulp, or clay

a branchless tr九九藏書unk, and what I most regret

of your statue-like eyes, or the accent

If you are my hidden tr九_九_藏_書easure,

if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

n九_九_藏_書ever let me lose what I have gained,

for the worm of my despair.

if you are my cross, my dampened pain,

the solitary rose of your breath

I am afraid of being, on this shore,