Had I seen through to Geisha mouse, the night’s stars? Revolving amongst the blue raven skies, to shun them you in a fleeting count of good repair. My loss in alibi a looming to disrepair; colliding with myopic love, your love a redress to the aware; my undisclosed, a torment blatant the char of realignment, this far and a way-to success you the cause of my flickering sight, the unexplained, Raven flying closely to rebound the clouded judgement, the western alibi of near.

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