Rains run rivers’ rims Letting lives live like landlords Showering so still On okays, opens up on Worldly wars which it wins wild II Honeyed huts has hurts When their wills and windows’ weave Cannot contain or cover Then there is that tale of terror Taunting timers to tamper III Roses have regrets Their thorns […]
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