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You may notice I shadowed your Events Out of Deep Gesture to your Customed Doors Yet, stand-out Naked, begs for my Conscience How such Blokish Skill would be so adored It still Stings, really, for your Sun exploit After few of the Truest Rays give space Though mouths copped, hymns their minted throats avoid From submitting premature drafts at-face It is, though constrict, the Best Pill swallowed As every Medication would redden But, after process, heal my Will's allowed And free myself from this Cage submitten. But why, though Free, these Keys in my Pocket still Scratch my Heart-Drawn Car; Welts I duly fill.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - NINETY-NINE - TOM DALEY
You may notice I shadowed your Events Out of Deep Gesture to your Customed Doors Yet, stand-out Naked, begs for my Conscience How such Blokish Skill would be so adored It still Stings, really, for your Sun exploit After few of the Truest Rays give space Though mouths copped, hymns their minted throats avoid From submitting premature drafts at-face It is, though constrict, the Best Pill swallowed As every Medication would redden But, after process, heal my Will's allowed And free myself from this Cage submitten. But why, though Free, these Keys in my Pocket still Scratch my Heart-Drawn Car; Welts I duly fill.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
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