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Elegant, Gorgeous,
yet deceitful, and burning with hate
she tempts one an all,
to dance before her world's entrance gate

an artist, a poet,
with but one greatest regret
for the art that she hath mastered
was one
that left her audience unable to applaud
Exiled, banished,
Sent down from your throne in heavens gate
to the torrential dullness of earth
the mear morals around me would call this "paradise lost"
yet I refer to it as my paradise found

For were the angles to be banished to earth
what may one state the difference be?
If there be such beauty in this world as you-
heaven doth speak out of sheer vanity

as to call itself the epitome of prosperity?
and forth to label itself paradise

for as far as the mear mortal known asĀ I
true paradise lay not in gates of pearl,

yet rather in your heart of gold
waiting for him to ride by on his bike
Bringing with him the air of summer and grass stained clothes
We ride together, speeding through puddles
Speeding though problems like they are
but puddles- oil stained
we ride through time, without rhyme or reason
Without purpose or direction
we leave that oak tree
Together. Free.
Free.together.
A poem I wrote with my friend brinley :)
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