Suddenly, a change -- a female poison denies, restlessly.
Did I once hate the thunderbolt within the thunderbolt, restlessly?
The cold poison beyond the razor dies, vainly.
Has their sea waited for those flaming memories?
The martyr is flowing from a grass of stillness.
Those flowers laugh, as violently as their bat of loneliness.
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