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Íîâ: 
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Îáùî: 14183
Îíëàéí ñà:
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Îíëàéí ñåãà:
and fall I will, a petal,
to tame the raging waters
stirred by the enemy
***
and fall I will in bloom
unto injustice and adversity,
color sharper than blade
***
my thought, the hand
that guides the blade, my body,
cutting only the unclean
