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Rites of Passage
Down the hot sun,
I crumble down the snowflakes,
One minute,
One tribute,
Let's have a wintry solitude,
Wrapped in a flesher's heartbrokenness,
I derelict this relict calf love,
Squall on this spur,
Am peel in peals...
Scuttle the fondle,
Dottle the dawdle,
Harbouring an everlasting embosom...
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Alshaad Kara
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