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The primitive temple 
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In my childhood gothyck elves exploited. 
Their thorn of righteousness protects , the storm far beyond the wise thunderbolt disintegrates. 
Those bombs crawl restlessly. 
Wherefore are their abandoned wounds torn apart? 
You endure, as lustfully as the cruel spasm. 
Surrender soundlessly at last...
 
Paganpattie

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