A GEM SPEAR
Tip-toe tints tent teach me
steps and stamp me to blood.
Spiting on me spirits for it.
Feet, faster than fowls flood.
Thus she focuses on him of free verse cord.
Sump gem capital catapults inn.
There are two spear and two seats present.
One for her, the huntress of zood,
another for the male adversary of Dood.
There they drop their swords on the sand
and the dust evaporate to them discuss.
There she placed her armour on his arm
when she gave him a gem spear.
That sinks from his place to her spear.
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