41 miles away from my home
the stars are hidden all night long
round up every part of the spirit
of precautions you must inform
the breaches lurk in the shadow
it’s indispensable, essential
to keep sensitive to that tone
I would pull the part I account for
to that end
it suggests cooking the meat without the bone
the light will be on the rise
only if you find the stolen zone
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Brilliant!
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