Bleak My Soul For Songs Of The Sage
6-5-20
Taking up my Rhayawna
Given our Diamond Sutra
Equal to my east to wish me well in Stolen millions
For another page filler
For her Source of ways we indeed are
As I twist through a day's vapor
O, little darling taxed into ones strange country
Time to post something to continue
The blind that I still read well
Once for your soul as to be free of hearts
As I play our spades and cry for clubs
To alleviate our aces
Twice you have inquired of me
Where we coagulate....
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