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Here, standing beyond the rosemaries
With smell of strawberries
Starring at the flashes of memories
Holding pieces of the rosary
Darkness gone no longer
Fire burn no hotter
Birds flock no further
Lights glitter only a litter
Wilderness shreds quickly
A predator on the weakly
Only to shout meekly
With only just a quickie
The Thunder roar a silver lining
Scurry away the men that's fishing
Leaving the urge for a fisting
For another adds to the listing
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