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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Like a stalking hoarse, Have endured shrewd days and night, Like the physician ampoule, Ready on my skin to pour. flights from ignorance left these Strawberry marks, Eyes glued on the object compelled to the hard brown wooden logs in art, And the iron in room "G02". Friends and enemies unrelenting awaits enticement, numberless distraction as obstacles on my path, beckoning to the banquet of misery, as this dangling reputation slowly pace along undeterred. ego gangs gauged and chokes to loose the prize avalanche of invisible darts piercing from home and abroad, but I, a pretty piece of flesh, Stand aloof to watch a drama With the ointments of the supreme being Within my bowels, Those that see the seals, demand the cause, Of quietude in this world of madness. As I stood aloof to watch the wretch mirth turns to mourn Ah weary watcher, like you, I am a mere voyager, on the route where the delight of the peasantry Is wept into oblivion There are dangerous curves As we advance, there are dangling arrows, The old serpent is not dead, he hides in ambuscades The road becomes deeper and deeper, The shades of the precipices fall bleaker and bleaker. The clouds gather overhead, Doleful voices The way hardly discernible in this gloom The path is dreary, our feet too often wobble, Heart ambushed by fiercest lust, Yet, Firm stand I. Not in my natural element
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