Why you blare
your sound,
sitting on the roof;
Did I praise?
your voluntary urge
to act by your hoof
Your nails have grown
longer of now,
Your tongue protrude
sticking an outer air;
Did I clove an aroma
dried like a bud
Why you covet
your strength,
sitting life in fragility;
Had I not shown?
the preview
How to mend love
Ulterior to your motif
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