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Liberty tasked to a brass bell
Feigns dull a **** on consequence
Heather wanes wilt oer rosy death on winters mete
Bellowed ripe in reprise a thick on natures breach

In hurried flush a hue sets on sire scalp silken sheath
Feathering fire to lucidious claim a flay
Ambushed by echoes martyr
A drench in brines commence

Set down as thorn on kreep of ivy
A bit to writ
Chucks tic to a tocs tail
Wapping wimp to a mustard sail
Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire

Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive
ibkreator Jul 4
No target
bes greater

than
empty space
full of itself
ibkreator Jul 4
So
I feels unwell
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes well

So
I feels lost
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes found

So
I feels lonely
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes loved

So
I feels empty
as I am looking for a reason
I
bes full

I am
I bes
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