The storm chill my armor,
Ruin close silent chill forever the shelter of closing my eyes, Resolute is the prison of witnessing every illegitimate touch of the measure of a man, Every echo of masculinity's greed hands impregnating the veins of any women whisper screaming into their pillow at night!
In lieu of my participation in,
Breeding the continuance,
With blind eyes...
But now, Write!
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