# The wind blushes
These signs admits us are continual
The blunder crafted by our own very hands
Loosed on men for a honest regret
The wind blushes every now and then
Countless of times we've, heard and seen
Days and years dancing to the rhythm of it
Dancing to our diminishing breath and joy
Rocking on the prophecies we've left
Heating us hot, and hell demn, and foolish virgins
Devoured by our own desire for lust
Cursed are the apple of our sweat
The wind blushes, warning the ears
The wise have it
But the fools don't
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