Resurrection
The pot is spilthing
Don't be currish for a drop
Drink as you can
Night is itself nodus at this bend
No story can surpass the whirl
Come and take part
Time is ravished at your presence
Show the fingerprint and thumbrule
of the sport
An orgy of destruction churned the air from buttom
Spread the bough to clench the wave
to put it in bone's hole
Now moment is primal
Just brust and reborn.
Splendid one
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