. . . so does the unhappiness of me
carry into all the tears of years that harbors
all of what empty rage, blind lust and of my well deep of sorrow that
A sorrow full in of myself into stress none compared,
maybe a long kiss goodnight by sweet pomegranate,
seed that was carried to and from.
Then it will be my domain then and on,
to see something going on.
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