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My first post to this hard but nice challenge
Fenced
Above the famed,
my fingers clenche on you, my thirst won't be quenced,
who needs you tamed?
I'd rather trust my instincts and be lynched,
I want you on my own,
you're not fat-breasted like a quail,
such a distinct tone on my phone,
you're the wind in my sail,
The further from home we roamed,
the less we needed our things, pail,
leaving the light-hearted tome,
after my hearts grail,
truth can reign,
but who would like the stench,
we're alone in pain,
because the whole Earth is fenced.
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