Eskimo snow heart
eskimo sleeps hot water and ice
sealions swim though won't be nice
she won't settle for fear of snow
no dropping hook or letting go
no telling tale or trailing moon
and captured lip on old harpoon
to run for miles with fuel of rice
and rise for miles and think for thrice
so think less and think for none
let legs hit floor and need to run
jump in stars for welcome arms
hiding smiles in heartshaped farms
cattled love and bottled hate
stop them held in jackets straight
fibres cut from being strung
take me now let day be done
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