The Burning Hedge
Tunneling gentile is heeling me into unending delight;
Binge debit teeing the night,
As the indulgent needling is unhinged,
Heeding to the being deigned by the hedge.
Binge debit teeing the night,
As the indulgent needling is unhinged,
Heeding to the being deigned by the hedge.
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