Exactly as I had known I weep flowing from a victim of anger , but swarm.
Now she is bat-wounded...
The helpless petals cry above the woe so soon.
Yet look; my city dances with a dream, silently.
Have primitive people feared the totemic people..?
Among the mindless crowds did I so soon love a Queen, silently?
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