Eagerly I walked into
the marsh
In the time of the liliaceace,
Till moistness like in a swedish sauna
Radiated, surpressed me. I was stuck
petrified and disoriented
by charm that is her own leper.
Now I depart the final strait
Shamefully, in a corner, without an ally
As any peering Sioux to Saskastchewan.
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