905 absurd poetry 3: FELL ON THE GROUND
FELL ON THE GROUND THE BRANCHES COULD NOT CONTAIN THE FURY OF LONE, SO RARELY FOUND AMONG THE BIRDS, THAT SELDOM FLY together, and yet leave scars of their seduction on the back of the saint lost for so long in his deep meditation
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