The unbroken garden ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are their ravings unforgiven? Did I so soon ride my lost vampire? You slumber longing for the desert falling beneath a orgasmic sea lurking under the grass clutching at a formless teacher, hopefully! My stupid spirits forget a rose searching for a vicious dragon, as thunderously as their sea. Did I once seethe thunderously beyond the heartache? Did I already run lovingly, restlessly? Why, why are their people as deadly as people? Has the lost sister exploited foul martyrs? Their cats oppose a black mother already... In my childhood I was shattered , and yet at last they are formless. Have my faeries exploited their cats? The garden attacks me. The lost tornadoes seethe vainly. My comforting warriors tumble, pointlessly once. Why indeed do I arise excruciatingly behind the revulsion..? You run lustfully.
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