I marry the same thoughts to the vine
My jaundice is more than your complex
Let bars of my starfish be my stated time
I marry the thoughts to the serial killer
I marry my whining pleasures
To see a mirror is found to lame lepers
For yesterday the rounds fermented
Then wine seems to erupt from frocks and crimes
The legacy of the knighthood was chief of spy
My steps are yours and yours are my steps or places
The country is against my illness as sacred
The country of criminality is arguing for release
It is the mirror of wine and champagne argumentative
It shapes into circles, triangles, and parabolas
I am having knights see palatial grounds with fierce walking hounds
I marry the thoughts to the time
My serial killers erupt like Mount Vesuvius in low light
This is sentence of the right spirit and auction
I have won the tournament
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