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Twin Talents
Twins two headed, thy talents. What on earth to say? O kings majestic, paid rents? Otherwise dismay! Viralized infection? Excuse means cut it out. Downward thy direction? Challenger lost his bout. Ground, thy gold. First bought, then sold. Polled and doubly old. Warrior fierce, with hands a-cold? Broken was the mold. Things did not turn out right? Well, smile on it awhile. Counted stars in dim twilight! Golem, please use thy guile. Northward pointed all thy ways? Dim like lingering days. Stray not, travelers, from thy maze? Carrion crows a-craze. Flock of sun god, on thy left! How to be bereft? O dark chasm, stab to heft? Open like a cleft! Rock, thy rolling motion? O portal, open wide. What a quaintly notion! Wormhole, thus woe betide! Avalanches breaking free! Devil seeking fee! Dark fire blessings, may ye be! Thunder o'er the sea! Cold as harvest winters? Autumn can have its chills. Children can get splinters! Grave robbers, paid thy bills? Opopanax, thy delight? Opium, pain is good? Ore atop the hills of night! Sirens sang of 'should'. Doom, thy cloud. O burial shroud! No use talking loud! Widows, are thy heads a-bowed? Fields of salt a-plowed...
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