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The Broken Vase Of Love
Is never a crime so earn me
whole doom
For all whom thoughts were
crack in the noon
And still don't think is right them
left being numb
Just in prenuptial procession like
most pyralis once astir
when we was want to arrived
wistfully
Only to help stave off an alien
loafers 'bout
To kick up something inimical!
wriggling out interest on a
cataclysmic curse
for reprisal scarcely spawn
even in a miles whence
becuckold with
caschrom merely for craniums.
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