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What if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra? June 16, 2015. But I, none other; too what reason for. Than to save a self from its own descent,. Who amidst drunkards and harlots spoke. Of the virtue in wine, the vices of a virgin. But I, before faith; falling prey to burgeon,. Bearing the bastards of our heaven as yolk,. Of remorse; a thistle and solace; its garden. I give unto ye, then unto ye I surrender.

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Creating the world through poetry and criticism. Are back in clothe of a new broom. With the same old features. In our dallies of divine expectations. For these curfews of our affected development. On change dialysis of messianic words.