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A rushing blade there to public transport
still only fog compartment
rains upon their chests though letters as you are now glory
with gesture or unspoken allure

ye more intriguing with grass in their haystacks
and we're bridge burning with lure that fish underground
with swelter of climate to beat the heat through hale
note green

— The End —