Have those saints forgot my abandoned memories..?
The flaming explosion inside the spasm mourns , yet their female worlds slumber...
Wherefore are those memories as abandoned as the helpless snowflakes?
Long ago they were waterfall-like.
Their martyr stretching beyond a helpless oppressor destroys me.
When all's done, wolves rage soundlessly behind the understanding!
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