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Blegh

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take a step, recognize...
the hot coals you're about to tread across.
the fire inside you burns bright
but it's running out of fuel
and the world outside your skin
just keeps burning with an eternal flame

take a step, realize...
sacrifice only pays off when rewards trump penance
temporal utopia,
you're no place to build a fortress.
great minds don't meet on burning bridges
so keep yours great and burn alone.

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time erodes what tears don't wash away

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time uproots saplings
before they've the courage
to invest in themselves.
grow on, sapling, grow up to the sky
grow on, sapling, grow deep in the earth.

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Look at me...

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Real life intrudes on so many things.

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Pineapple mysteries
mango monstrositites
each and every one of them
fictional

Synonymous synchrony
telephonic telepathy
undressing underpants
welted weimeraners whimper wildly
xeroxing x-rays exists to exonerate ex-convicts
yonder: your younger years
zany zoologists zig and zag.

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Differentials divide us
even evangelists
find frank friends
grin, gladly giving
hospitality and health
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