How many more times will I have another oath? And bear the tearing lifeless curse? My past Sins smile at me, Alas again for a back-step in this cuckold's calamitious Crone. And believe! its again my weak math, Running bolt-volt in the skyway path! And how many more times will rain ring and sing with sprayed sperms, Promising to live afresh like the worms coming out of deadbodies?
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