Elated plume of myrrh rose
Into drifted earth nostrils
Inhaled by hated posse
Goes through them hurt impute
Podgy impoverished being
Hostile Mild, either comes
Mind draped in; elude sleep
To them sling tied murk
Ample tears they shed not
Suffering myriad,not peaceful luxury
Preposterous urge to become a recluse
Strictly unalloyed;deeply hurt
Appalled Appeal by Archaic Arson
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