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I have loved to forsake all for luster.
Though out of touch to better standards.
That contentment bears righteous claim.
The curse to cause much pain in resentment.
Falls the liquid salt to say these words of mine.
Even in the darkest fear to mend all losses.
Life stands on verge to a moonlight glow in the end.
A birth of constant awakenings calls no more.
A scripted mise en scene washes away to erosion.
The castle of old is no longer guarded with protection.
Infrastructure remains a legend to all who have ears and listen.
Imagination is a challenge to some willing creation.
That where we end is truly a continuation.
Destination has been freed to live on in the minds of others.
Mothers give rebirth to a vast world of children.
Waste not the capacity of all given the resurrection.
Fulfilling the empty space not yet given meaning.
That we are seeds planted only in a womb.
Escaping for a while on the journey of humanity.
Carrying on the cycle of the pursuit in understanding.
After all attributes are taken in chronicle design.
Making said statements is a fashion culture.
Adventures rise eloquently for eyes focused.
So clarity is not artificial in pixel.
Rises the musical notes, letters and artistry.
Etched all in times monolith.
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