I have divorced years

I have divorced years of my  
 Sadness after they fail in a valley 

And discard them until they meet in

deep and the tetrahedron are packed by the stake


I swear that I do not wear a veil

Chapters that faltered hands

Or I mean, from the height of news


Eagles are not inhabited by Chard


The sea is dark

Do not see the palm of the plant and increase

Or accept that you prefer a butterfly shade


She fell when she and Eddy were set up

I will not bow down to a hybrid creature


And the creator of the universes my flout and Conrad


And because she took the rebels hand

A high way of payment


I am not afraid of herd in Ward


A stream was passed or a cloud passed, and there was no rain

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