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lantern raised she yields not to the untamed hand, the empty heart, the preening, the predatory, that find the pure, the passionate, and the tempest that swirls about them, to mark and groom, their trust wrought for a singular end, prevarications to render truth writhing upon the calumnies of acolytes, the hardscrabble earth where the courage and decency of the many break and recede until wretchedly, shamelessly, forsaken
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
Yield Not
lantern raised she yields not to the untamed hand, the empty heart, the preening, the predatory, that find the pure, the passionate, and the tempest that swirls about them, to mark and groom, their trust wrought for a singular end, prevarications to render truth writhing upon the calumnies of acolytes, the hardscrabble earth where the courage and decency of the many break and recede until wretchedly, shamelessly, forsaken
philip-lawrence
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
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