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You were much like family underneath a candle lit moon and star riddle skies and I'm breathing into a new life,
I'm spelled backwards and scribbled across the pages of that book you just published,
Driven by some drug induced substance,
You're tangerine and melting leaves no more will they conquer me,
I'm underneath gargantuan oafs and the brink of day has never seemed so close to me,
Antarctica has a name and it's underneath sheets of titanium plated gold snuffed noses and dribbled across wicked wicked wretches,
Whom can't bear to see anymore temptation as their eyes are hanging from the skulls of a crystal monolith,
Tired and true like the cross of blue snow inched of wavers and possibility not a single frame of your eyes,
Like photographs who tore through 67 with the utmost honesty and privileged me with awareness and toppled me over much as the walls of the most brittle confines of a tender building,
Cemetery emerald gates passing abyss calms the sea and tames it like a wild beast of the plains,
And you become so much like an animal perfectly intact,
Solidify grounds under which feet pound,
Tame my treacherous bowels and release the inner foul,
Recluse you are used and about to be chosen why wise words and wisdom coincide to feel the night and I'm bleeding from the dawn of yesterdays morning.