will met zeal
fostering felon feast
pulsing passion puking
dangling desires drooling
he approached her
pruning tactic prayer
zeal bounty bounced
tucked will's power
twain tunning town
then said zeal
passion feigning feast
lousy lips leak
"Will, you're nought!
fate had fought."
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