Utmost in wooden constriction,
A balance of her condition
Tucked in a moss ridden finger,
On exquisite miles the rendition
That tempts the agony,
To linger
And sustain her.
Utmost in wooden constriction,
A balance of her condition
Tucked in a moss ridden finger,
On exquisite miles the rendition
That tempts the agony,
To linger
And sustain her.
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