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Tribes and Fines
Times and Files
Towels and Fouls
Towers and Fowlers
Truth and Few

The very true of all is YOU.
Flaunt me with your flawless hair
Trap me in your fixed gaze
Coat me in precautions of concoctions
Have me driven by the mere sight of riches to behold, mysteries to unfold and treasures they have stole.
Take me on a ride, in a castle's sky high like a horse at nigh and a beep at nine
In my trances you're kept
In my dreams you're forever
The horrific  witch I cannot let go
Medea
In the elements of the bound,
Comes a stifling air in parts
With screams of the broken heart
And wails of the left behind
Tales of the falling ground
And heaps of coals in tarts
Saying .....
The priceless unfree gems...

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