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Wings
I feel the scorn; white lies, beneath, alabaster, undaunted, cold. Remaining unborn; not to be reached, entombing the windows to soul. It is content; head bowed in rage, to drown in its own contention. Intellect bent; decorating cage, comforts of creature's invention. So; it's apparent, echoes of crucial, logic is stoic release. Is it inherent; questions for mutual self destruction of peace? Yet in the thunder; I shall not quake, promises hide in my smile. Amusing to wonder; the ways I could break, solace for a little while. Memories scream; nightmares testify, spirit is wired for sound. Deep in this dream; lost in the sky, detesting the notion of ground. Push; pull, tug, caress, fight, hug, labyrinths to navigate. Droned incantations; loud mute oblations, whisper,"please salivate." Still in the end; my best brightest pleasure, as geisha survives to kneel, submission, the trend, varnishing treasure, slowly loses appeal. Resistance; my flow, it transcends this broken, I fail to edit your pride. So feel it grow; misery unspoken, replacing what I choose to hide. Skin that is parched; refusing to weep, though blood drips from your crown. I stretch to arch; my wings while you sleep, I'll die before laying them down....
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