A master piece radiant and sacred
with these prospects of such endangerment
It is only fair
that you can not see Shira now
Yes her name,
my master piece
Works, art, and jewels
but only to be thrashed around
like a rag doll back and forth,
... back and forth
tossed aside
and then made anew
How is it these
ar the types of
Inflourescent movements
all writtings go through?
Jewled- like gems
take into account
Such beauty
is never
repeated.
Thank you.
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