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Towards an end,

That nowt will tell,

For them that please,

I say not when,



With lonely flesh,

By doctor's lash,

Thanks continuing tread,

And even bet.



Elated grace,

In meagre spirit,

Did truly wonder,

About the seeded.



For me I travel,

To griddle the gross,

And comfort the find,

Not grieve at the loss.



Yet many remark,

At the terminal space,

When entering into,

The release with the mate.



Finding together is with,

And sometimes without,

Sapience can appear,

The loneliest bout.