Gusts had sailed when unsure,
To make the coasts
From a covered alabaster,
To virtuously severe
By a matter tilled,
As was gritted foolishly
All that could be unrevealed.
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themischiefmemoirs 
I love your poetry. I don’t understand it, but I do love it.
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