—my very body smolders with longingThe dance of Asura-shura, entwining with the sacred willowHolding only this feeling close,Demons and monsters devouring dreams—the honey-bugI just keep on living.—into the body's idle playThe face of a yaksha, the visage of a hannya—a flower's countenanceThe song of Asura-shura, crossing beyond the stormCrying out that beloved name over and overI'll never give you up to anyone againFalling all the way down to where one falls—an empty cicada shellWhich one of me is the one you'll meet?
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