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Sweet scent coloured these,
the realm of sweet snakes that
tortured me.
If everlasting burdens should enter
such, as the everlasting torment of
hell.
Sweet rape, honour these:
The souls of sweet snakes that
denoured me.
If glorious destruction would embalm
such, as the moments carresed by enlightened
ones.
"Even the earth can¥t grant us a common
grave."
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