Through who's upgazing, softest for
Freesia, pale yellowing
Or through which pain, meek, made meeker
Paw-trapped looks at you in
That pose fails them, if for a spell
And rendered as helpless;
Man's for arrogance, cracks; while crumble
Hearts' dam walls in distress.
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