I sell my poem Quantity thrush of day blabbers Not deeming pit to slander a fawn I only sell my poem to those Coined coins in koine Trifid tongued Rainfall of copper bronzes Which is it copper or Bronx. Shine little city so far apart my birth hence the pebbles Thou saw me pulling yonder to life now I forget New townsfolk and brethren. Wilt you unpowder yourself for 20 golden twenties? Far bloodshed and close womb celeris please celestial city. I'm poem and selling for evil is coming White scheme milk skimmed silk of veil of night Return to your peace. Peace of abutment. Sustained. C#
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