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No More Russian Relations

And to a door was humble The path under spots of silver dew A meek friend and to those lights A whistle and that But adjusting these places A Victory of ten In the square root of a dollar The New York I was looking for Running edges of the quarrel In definite shapes concurrent Wisdom from the side load And bribes to remember Days for swimming in this the most- Pregnant and unfolded Intermarried by others Fit to stand At least the law noting a horse Victory news for home Seek the Northern unlit A prayer for Türkiye And best of days to show: Our carefully orchestrated to win Years of plundering wrath unformed And unasseemed and unlit A hand in every move for the unmapped We have shadowed every gain And Luther is no poem Trust me not in deep exaggeration Mystery to home- and whatever suits us best Lest we suffer by limb And belonging to sugar if so All torts and then we were- a mystery lake in fire At a seed remission With prayer as a recreant And Christ the Lord our home For the souls be made A spike and wonder Keeping Crosses near Death to man means the end One could think of fear And bombs upon this plain We have suffered the plan History unexhaust The exploitable foam Rapturing Saranelle Forts and tubes of grey And this is our remark- that we are defiant to the sphere This justice imperfect On loose time and major sin Time will do well And for this to be yours, I forget Darkness at your house And in mine Clues to random carry I unaccept the lectern With history aglow And no-one suited Peter Greatness gone and elsewhere for Leaving lanterns escape Through the hands of Munich Great cover in thy trust And one affair To play it through That Russia is at war To Kyiv the solid free.