"her path to integrity"
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Since thou for moons many dost not partake thy passion
From thee, humility quietly escort'th her entirety of heart Prudent time doth nakedly reveal punctuality precise Did'st thou want to break heart virgin? Proud of pain thou would'st wear like a flower crimson An auroral stain bleeding to thy cuff, Prize triumphant shown and mock'd to thy guests most favoured Stage centre would be a solitary tatter'd flower of small worth held, Bleeding heart if split would'st love's fragrance smell Save for thy nose was thy most fragrant choicest Aromatic headiness now pruned and cut, E'en sharpest knife ill-used doth lose his edge For to be another season, sweet-scented flower next Albeit unforgotten silhouette of all those since patterned Farewell! Precious bloom ne'er to be seen thy unseen sweetness of thy flower sweetest. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova |
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