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Our curse is pebbled in years, rollingAway from the valley of ridingFor too long, too fast.Our lustre clenched in the tideOf a giddy child, solemnlySm..
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Once upon a sickly child,Cultivated, frenzied in and out of mankind;A hunted deer at the hip, jawHalf gnawed with arctic apologies,We slept, frenzying..
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