By Vimal Patel

You shall be a wanderer, 
It shall bless plague,
This space will blend,
Through mock, burden and legs.
This shall be the fate,
Of these kiss cursing beds,
Forever on the heart,
Of that scale shaking dale.
Before Maroon king wanders,
With a page,
A tool of mockery,
Then the bite of long days,
In that place where axel,
Is ruling with town of New-hales.

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