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Avidly, no man has come
Simple news for sharing, a walking house, a feat
Of sincerer todays, than a wisdom can afford won?

Antiquity loves such a thing...
Merit in a row of substitution
An ache of just, the compliment of well being
Looking the part, of such a small intuition

Proper or pretty
The origin of times, to wish away a failing
Fluid in the scare of tidings, a wish with a litany
That is out of the house, and gone with the world, sailing

Business as usual
Finding a hope in the strength, of others
Turns of voice, into a legend to fuel
The coming kindred, of sigh's, sign's, and the soul of lovers

My name for it, has bloomed
Bound to earthly cares, the stone of synchronicity
Has found a hungry pardon for past crimes, the tale to loom
In the light of future seclusion in mind or mine, the moment we integrity...