The gleaming eyes bespoke now,
A strict study of the sensibilities;
One mostly stuck with hands,
But now the eyes had powerfully
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I was compelled by the examined ones,
They have much news from their watery wastes.
Their waists erupt from the inner soul,
To twist them is like DNA in the recurrence.
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The journal was discovered at the passage’s end,
Overlooked by modern workers, who wandered
Into regions researched, for they reviewed
Exactly the sprites and the eggs of gases.
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The rose-pattern wallpaper was sodden after the two days,
Then the cold air drafts slapped the cheeks and felt appalling
Due to the religious attitude of the offering that contained
A wooden place, with this was the totality.
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Mother cried, father almost died,
For relief was no telling in the world
Of words that forsook us with glimmer,
As the rain melted, leaving us behind.
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I nodded and you mattered from the heart,
I proved difficult from a letter hurting me in the leg,
Narrowness of the passage created fun,
Without the magician a staying power existed.
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He stepped towards them to lay upon the grave,
Soil fell and clouds broke up to dust the feathered wastes;
So it was all right with smiling back,
Withering in the breeze was the embarrassment:
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His everyday presence forgot me,
A little farther and the world toppled,
Investigations loomed larger than ice,
Brittle were the mechanisms of this small disease.
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I turn to the right of it,
Fooling the enterprise as thoughts cry,
Mighty health proffers this century,
To wear the shoes of a former gathering.
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I stopped a doctor for the gas victims,
In places a stand was shown to exist
By the largest of the crows that know
Of what his arms were barred.
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