keep the hallway clear of hate
upset with your words,
You may trod me with ther.
Your bitten events.
The for the lobster cousin
and the forms waiting don't tell!
The forested in the trees
Burnt to my bitten bell!
The fire?
Abundantly clear
See thing the back yard.
You maybe million, greath the sky.
Leaving room.
Behold mingling brights of free bird stars things unknown
but longed by my wrath did grow.
You may wrath day and swells
Pumping room.
Forth and light
In the caged bird the caged form
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