: There was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands
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: Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words
: In the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with
: Frail hinges pivot on a case's door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with occasion cellophane encased displaying paper
: Bent double like old beggars in sacks knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags men marched on sleeping some without boots fatigue drunken deaf
: Honor salute and speak to the corner standing flag do you remember how the days of school were indivisible separate worlds compare contrast these
: There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys
: She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose
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There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys held
Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words
There was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands
Honor salute and speak to the corner standing flag do you remember how the days of school were indivisible separate worlds compare contrast these
She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose
In the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with
