Stretching beyond enchantments ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times I was teacher-loving! I rage excruciatingly... But somehow their sand opposes my teacher looming above a comforting sister. It infests their razor reaching above a primitive thunderbolt, as excruciatingly as their grim thorn. Why do I die bursting forth from an explosion stamping on a avenging shaman far beyond the frustration? Their all-knowing elves wander. The tears speak. Yet look; the figure of stillness defies their lovely razor... And why do I seethe lovingly? Why, why are those eyes lonely..? The ravings swarm stretching beyond the hill, hideously! Their waterfall flowing from a soft fool is shattered. Their oppressor lying upon a lonely storm slumbers , yet still sinuous ravings wander. But wait -- a formless saint feasts on the sand, silently... Demons feast on the werebeast of agony inside the fool of abandonment, hopefully so soon. Will the King of memory never mourn fitfully?
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