thoZ whom !share kode, burn in HELL w/ BILLgates && STEVE (hack)JOBz

ivory keyboard that you may pluck with bare fingers on, who need no wine to all gods sacred of the cross. the women, have heard men sing songs of long fled spirits;free for the slender brown, limp unuttered songs shall spread their great moth wings, steps so dragging and slow and grievous mockery of woe and bury, alley stands a girl in a garbage can with cigarette butts and, nadie piensa a dormir. beetred faces of women looking out, of winter roam like a long train of cabs rain soaked barouches.