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So it's poetry you want to write, how can this be, for you are nothing but a 
construction worker, are you ready to give up your life, face the anxiety that will 
shine through your tears, never to relax in subtle idleness. Give up your 
harmonious life. Dispute not what fertile words are waiting to become an infinite 
oasis in a sea of amber, restfulness naught amiss lulled never more. The 
grandeur of senses swooned by the lack of your own spirit to scum the torment 
that befolds it, majestic naught be in remorse that will dwell upon thy very soul. In 
dubious ways your memories to be swept away like forest scents drifting on the 
limpid currents; shrouded, muffled, tortured never to be reborn, solidarity  in your 
right torn apart by oblivions avenging treachery. Demoralizing days to come, 
nourishment shrouded by the harmonious burden to not stop and pay homage to 
your morbid soul. Sweet fervors drifting thru thy window beckoning your call to be 
out, to be reborn again upon life itself, but gilded in your lofty room powerless by 
the seductress need not to stop. Your nature enthralled upon your body fair 
whence restfulness abounds you, sleep deprived, emotion naught, languor 
taken over.

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