Regular installment.
An ardent call dashing ahead among
The wreckage, this must be, must be,
A leaky, leaky ship. Lovely, more fodder, which
To spin? I've been rifling through those folders,
It's fire and fire, remember? My soul formed the
Tinder, then timber, look-out below! Empty hello,
'Poi s'ascose nel foco...' I walked down Mulkey
Avenue with an angry, angry bellow. A quick step
Sends me up 16 blocks, either way, I'm just like them.
I get so mad but I am no different than them. Every time
I have conspired to hurt my friend, every time if I just pay
Attention I find out the one I have hurt is myself again!
Every page must have it's ending, the words run down and
Drift away. A potent sword is swung in full force, a lance
Glints red then spins away—
Effortless riposte.
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