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His only desire was to undress women...

Sparrows are benign,
their textures are so fine...

Garden is in the taste of honey...

If you handle it softly
it would stretch...

The fire is everlasting in your eyes.
You inflame me...

They stole our liberty
though...

He is so poor
He has nothing but honesty...

The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life...

First the space
was an assumption...

We carve our masks with our faces
against the chisel of darkness...

They think they do not like me.
They doubt of my goodness to be...

You inject the poison of your contempt to your...
disallowing her to discover the word clearer...