morning cracks with fire I felt
long those vanquished adamant days
grip that grabbed those firy tombs
O the death you dripped from dawn
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silence plays no pleasing ride
not chaos
a lonely track of befusing
to its last breath
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Standing in front of
a National flag
a poor girl
with closed eyes
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I don't try to convince you
Just to discuss
I don't try to hurt your belief
just to make you straight
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astounding proposition of grazing to gazing
the fascinating aroma of feather to fetcher
never sands your land
to fleet its velocity for proportionate standing
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amazing brilliance transmitted
through her sprouting tombs
guarded by obedient strict straps
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antique hard the spherical tilt
bowed down palm-beach stretched to meet the furnace
cool but crawling to burn
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drops dazzling my drapery
whole sky orchestring your chariot
riverside sand perfumes longnecked furrows
no mountain my surroundings as far gaze grazing
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creamy cystal fuego free
amby teeny bristle bee
action thriller treaky trash
fine a morning movey grass
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