Tanka XXXIV
Tell a tale of rage
and taunted time would wean wails.
Hewn a plate of woes,
felon fate would prune pored blows.
Speak of spells, love would make strays.
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Note: of lanky love.
Tanka XXXIV
Life leads to many directions, ancestral trail leads you to the progenitors.
Ancestral Trail 