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Hiss the birthOutside is gargling with rain; / A displeasing pitter-patter of cloudburst spittle, / You sunlight a
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The Ravines of DolorShe spent years in the barren corridors of the ravine, / Shunned the hands that cared / And her soun
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Sundays, after beatingsSundays, after beatings / He ignites the torrid grill / Browns the butter / Smacks and beats the egg
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The ottomanIn a low area between hills / There lies a valley with a river flushing through it. / The drapes of
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