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The way of talking is exasperatingly bellicose.
The paradigm of longanimity has been dulled.
Presence, tragically, can't gather a full megadose.
Exceedingly, it is delicate and cracking cold.

I was prone to bouts of gloominess and fatigue.
More sureness would have been suffering an intrigue.
However, I improvised a helping to bestow the way.
I steadied my head on someone's shoulder all day.

We are all doomed to ruin, It will finally awake an end.
We invest such a heroic bid to render what we yield to tend.
We yell and scream in agony in an attempt to escape, it's all in vain.
Seclusion has owned me, so why should I swallow the pain?

Before praising your charm, I had asserted a qualm.
I felt as a flimsy leaf hanging from a brittle side, calm.
In an accrued state of utter and genuine regret.
And bowed over your wicked sight and felt warm abet

Trust empowers us to prevail over life's challenges.
It reveals the promise to support bloom into large fledges.
From seed sown by our parents, as we were conceived.
It can foster striving social ills and retain us relieved.

Sporadically I expected to shout and unwind.
However, I invited someone to listen to me that was kind.
Feasibly I wanted a nearer than a partner or brother.
Be that as it may, I quite bore one? I called her Mother.

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Written: March 07, 2022

Title Chosen: Longanimity
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 29
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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