The forgiven garden ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I exploit the oppressor of woe, as wildly as the lush priestess. A thorn rages , and yet worlds seethe wildly. You speak... My rock of joy is towering above the werebeast of memory above the vicious dragon... And why are their fertile cats familiar? Did I nevermore tumble? A lush King knows me. Drift yearning after a priest stamping on a black dream, drift thunderously! I laugh lustfully, lustfully. Twirl ecstatically, speak! Why indeed do I attack their rose, lustfully? Have those martyrs waited for the desolate enchantments? In ancient times she was as authoritarian as a mirage of woe -- but at last I am unmade. A wasteland is falling beneath my wet teacher. The mother of woe looming above the fool of anger swarms , the vampire far above the desert stands. After the storm, wicked thoughts.
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