Fomented though I waned,
And waxed as if I the brush
Had echoed in the sun,
A grabbing dessert
In a planted portraiture
Closer, emerging again.
Until again.
Fomented though I waned,
And waxed as if I the brush
Had echoed in the sun,
A grabbing dessert
In a planted portraiture
Closer, emerging again.
Until again.
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