I listen to the sprout of these words coming out Betwixt the puncture of your ivory carves... I listen again and again and again in times.. To this substantial tendency...
We are a sea drifting like hurricane wavy enough to storm the city for the ache... for the melancholy of political jiggery-pokery and dubious cherished etiquette of leader's dishonesty... we...
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