Taking another go at this site’s Magnetic Poem Boxes and came up with the following. Any ideas of what the poem is trying to say?

Please play our whispered language
Fiddle were worship frantic lust
Urge time death bitter be their moan heave
Stop not on me but away as a thousand sun sleep
Less mad ache about blow chant soar music blank shadow
Shin how beat raw as purple with repulsive spring rosy sweat
By some boy lie though never mean
Blood and screams
Sweet shot as a hot egg drunk wanting smooth bare recall
Luscious symphony what together him and his blue goddess
Through of light beauty after all those lives ugly
Picture there us and cry in tongue sing pant
Over her friend
But mist of no tiny smear of who crush spineless love

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