turmoil uprooting

Kidnapping heiresses to threaten them with knives, wanting would be his last step. Jeff fought bitterly to evade the troubles that plagued him, the turmoil uprooting him, the tragedy following each step. He took down the narrow rebellious highway from freedom, to death, shaking up the meter, troubling the line breaks, tapping the beat with laughter and squeals and a mysterious appeal, a broken shudder, a fire. Let it go, now.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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