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David Hilburn Sep 2020
Hint from a fire
Set in marvel's simplicity
To tell the tale of senses, we seek for ire
A total of essence with a risk, towards complacency

Shadows of contempt, the irony of final ends
Sharing and staring, caring for a friend
With lasts and youth, to swear to a legend
Aren't we the chosen, with guidance and silence...?

Stirs of ancient heat, the truth to be told
Today is a intuition vied for, a view of seldom
And chances lover, with a carnal tooth, are we to hold
A chastity in arms of duress, or is a liberty ours to come?

Taint a rhyme, but a reasons song?
Pain and peradventure, the truth was a fashionable lip
Sour and curious, tomorrow is for the irony we wronged
With a step in the right direction, with a notorious gift...

Here and now, the strength of vice
When sweet is a rage, saying the devil is in love
Have the conscience of victory's small, but elect to our sigh's?
When a hope has a creation to run, isn't their a clue to offer...
Sincerity around about now, seems to begin here...

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