feathery rhyme...fairy line... Pouring from the veins to the nerve Atlantis,
serenading caucasian currents of entice
fragments of uproar springing to the pore
did you hit the core did you hit the core
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thumbing walk numbing knock stop still
wherein whereabout the worsening quill
there was the paper there was the page
and there was the chalk black with pink slate
Ascending Descending I care no not
I have known this facade for more than a decade
Blatant read brazen breed ...Boring sweep of fancy tread
did you feign ...did you feign every story spread...
The pigeon divine handles her shrine
She has the tale of every hidden glory
Every walk she left the talk
Swirling sighs pouring mine...feathery rhyme...fairy line...
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