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pact Wrath of verse


I demand that my pen verses

no roses without thorns or lights


neither sun nor stars

neither love nor sea. I forbid the verse


wipe a tear or bite the floor. I ordered the verse

forget
chest lions and beasts of the language.
The pardon if profane graves
grandstand or drunk.
Le Pen
forgive it becomes a sword. Anger
. Chest

bleeding and his eyes smile
the mud. Revenge