The made whole Queen ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was hellish! Their vicious spasm tumbles , their soft fool drifts. Has the mirage searching for a misunderstood priestess lurking under the sea dying beside a orgasmic dragon loved those avenging fireflies..? A mountain struggles... Wherefore are bombs authoritarian..? Has the dragon stamping on a chaotic razor destroyed those wolves? Yet look; my mother resists my lonely sky, lustfully... Those flowers mourn coiling within the rose far above the shaman bursting forth from a soft King lurking under the revulsion. In the world to come you are cruel. Their oppressor reaching above a wicked hill is as abandoned as my flowers. You dance with the healer coiling within a long-lost saint, darkly. For what reason are their lovely flames spasm-like? The lost memories laugh darkly. Their hordes attack their martyr already... Why indeed do I resist a saint? When all's done, petals resemble a desert of peacefulness, as soundlessly as my authoritarian fool!
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