It were maniacs swearing in the dark,
Difficult acts were launched, feeding the apples
In the throats, nudging them with knees
And words through them.
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Could stagnant waters stare into grief?
Could blame be cast on shadowy streets?
My hearts are structured on unique winds,
Blowing through the veins and arteries of size.
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Stare into a void describing your own beauty,
Fixing your stare so longer than the beasts of blame,
Blasting is a soul, blatant remarks of royalty are styled,
Further than snowy realms with their snowflakes,
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My chrysalis combines with craft
To produce me from the substance
You desire from suggestions.
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It seemed the look was alone in space,
After the rigours of six days and six nights;
A creating took place, his eyes munched up much,
With zeal and an appeal for the rewards.
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Sheep run down and invent telephones for their
Own communication of sweet naturalness.
The dolphins of the world are now working fast,
The most successful horses of the sea.
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Tasteful muses are ornaments of the relics,
Grace has a divine power over those with decorations,
Pictures reign supreme with harmonious pasts.
The exquisite grandness of this day is offered
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The horses broke into a gallop, swearing,
Shuffling like cards in a puzzle, swearing loudly;
Being like-minded fellows, a word was drawn
In dwarf’s rungs, feeding the frenzy of youth,
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All four had made similarities for the future,
All four made arts out of sciences,
Their students charmed with the crudest ideas.
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