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A place most requisite
This much craved solace of a place, sought to alone the fight on fields of mentality's wars thought to break me, I love.
Hurts breeding with anger remedied, comforts the easing of mind as one in witness to the flight of sun shown in good omen through wings of a dove.
Falling armor weightless into it's feathered tales weaved not so false and far, whereby my descending skeleton is broken upon it's peace.
Nestled and rested mindings coils in sanctity, hidden and unnoticed in my return to innocence warmed beneath the earned grays safe in it's weathered fleece.
Giving ear to tongue and thought, marinating contemplation and outstretched reckonings of the wrongs to right themselves as they ought.
Abuse halts at the threshold before anviled doors lined with salt, striking the worlds attempts to wound and maim.
Strengthened and restored are the cornerstones of self and heart in this a quiet place of laid burdens and wetted flames.
These such places existing for the some, unknown to the uncreative and needed by the known and ignorant human in all. When is found unlucky and without signatured belonging, exists the exhaled perils of a mind before it's fall.
Hurts breeding with anger remedied, comforts the easing of mind as one in witness to the flight of sun shown in good omen through wings of a dove.
Falling armor weightless into it's feathered tales weaved not so false and far, whereby my descending skeleton is broken upon it's peace.
Nestled and rested mindings coils in sanctity, hidden and unnoticed in my return to innocence warmed beneath the earned grays safe in it's weathered fleece.
Giving ear to tongue and thought, marinating contemplation and outstretched reckonings of the wrongs to right themselves as they ought.
Abuse halts at the threshold before anviled doors lined with salt, striking the worlds attempts to wound and maim.
Strengthened and restored are the cornerstones of self and heart in this a quiet place of laid burdens and wetted flames.
These such places existing for the some, unknown to the uncreative and needed by the known and ignorant human in all. When is found unlucky and without signatured belonging, exists the exhaled perils of a mind before it's fall.
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