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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hold the trod, limit the space The offspring's of Tuareg Cowhead cut my heels The breaks on the hind been slammed I break to a halt, he breaks to a sprint Wagere, if you skip by the race Render it bare to Takuruku's mind His piteous lead, leads me to a lid Layed on my coffin though a living corpse His wanton waste of debts secured In a paupers hide, the wrath I incurred The burning fire he spiked to burn Has burnt the burning amber yet aglow Now in my roofless un-sheltered soul My burnt roof permits me limitless vision To the million gold trinkets on heavens fragile neck Watching as dawn noisily creeps by To unveil the hood placed on the aglow ball While crickets sings me a lullaby of mockery As the mocking cries of the high heavens Whose exaggerated piteous tears flood my bare hide Soaking nothing except everything decent Never allowing my guts be dried like in an ocean layed Wagere, as you skip by the race Render it bare to Takuruku's mind His insistence I strip to my bare arse To acquire me a she's loving leisurely lease Has raped my dignity to face my adversaries Will then, the debt of my bare arse asunder be layed? Urge him to make haste my she restored 'Cos in my second childhood No one has been left in this leaking backyard Infested with green serpentine in green shrubs No foolish lamb to draw a lid on my coffin When my sealed heart couldn't feel my life throb Will the sight of my flesh in Vultures gizzard By your secured lock not a stir made? These agonies you rendered for my cradle The melancholic property of misfortune ceded to me Plus to see me enter heavens with pains Even though my soul has no pains I very nearly died thrice of this shame.
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