in a belief of my wonder
Love .In A Wren Of The Slammed
i ,once,would be forever
TO-morrow Like Thorn
this turbulence is new born
The Torrid Verse Of His Name And His Flame
a twinge of sighs in wrong .
I
lay on the bed
Not Defeat. Not Success.
i
.
Went On With My Dying
in secret
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