deep crime
inside if mind
no less of ledged, against
you bet, wild
that i didn't wink
sworn to soar over with oath
in torn battled threads
instill
i'd fend
often from wherever
in between needles, break
findings the fiddlers wife
chins reddened and thoughts ill
gotten white?
rotted harm
to joyfuls shoulder
i should find, myselfish poor
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