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Untold Reasons

Such cruelty in fact- forsaken me,
Do an honor, ragged with reality.
Bound near death, in service old earl,
Bashed each fervor, whirl!

Accused with robbery-
Have I not been free?
Indeed, doth let thee rot
Quiver lightning sat.

Atoned ashes of body,
Yet had ever been see?
For then it would be.
My life with death, decree~
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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