Sight to be an anchor,
Concussed without a sign
That entry to the power
Had yet deported the madder
To a halcyon hailstorm
Soiled by disaster,
Of segue to the master
Who corroded all their keys.
Sight to be an anchor,
Concussed without a sign
That entry to the power
Had yet deported the madder
To a halcyon hailstorm
Soiled by disaster,
Of segue to the master
Who corroded all their keys.
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