The student outside the summer school

The student outside the summer school
Her bhava could she know said either me or you now must certainly
Go dead Don't ask me how i swear in less
Than fifteen seconds she'd circled seventy feet & back to see again

Shade with siddhas never seems to end
Its moral Utter Utter Utter

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