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A city burns. The child carries the father

A streak of sin was always there, when I looked

Is raining. Since night. You have no claim on

Less of charity was needed, when you sleep

Night melts into tears day sums up the pain.

Snakebitten you raise your hand:

Genus Viola. Which gender you want it

I want to shake them off, the weird thoughts,

Unstable like a mercury drop, when you hold

Put a candle under the rose bush.