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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Convoluted; buoyant, defiant contention, sleeps in the corridors of mind. Dreaming of release from constricted womb, in portraits of terror, undeserving. Memories of ancient; promised ascension, returning, discerning, by design. Opens vacant eye wish; to murky clouds of doom, suffocation; signaling, unnerving. Father Time is tiring; musing on his throne, queen is overdue, for a son. Females halt the flow; murderous reprieve, questions for the kingdom, yet unsolved. Advisers inquiring; gathering of stone, debating precious things with loaded gun. Reputation swallows; reasons to conceive, if harvest isn't held by hands of God. I will not condone; the emperor sans his clothes; jesters are not captured in these frames. So the uprising; stirs a rhapsody, genius can quell dark regression. Tampered comfort zones; threaten to expose, witch trials complete with charred remains. In the downsizing of my voracity, the fated have no time for confession. Through much dissension; and chartered celebration, clutching spirits huddle in the night. Harem is debating; adorned with feathered fears, eager whisperings exiting to pray. Spiraled inquisition; guiding my elation, to thwart the scheme of hallowed parasite. The lady in waiting; not controlled by tears, no dirges for dead offspring hold sway. And so I writhe; thighs chained fast, by bonds of here; now, and then. Conceptual delight; yesterday seduced, hearing the midwife's joyous scream. Empty arms beckon; to be filled at last, I drink this beauty down like sin. Swaddled in velvet; guarded by truth, caressed by a mother's sacred dream. Lost in sweet illusion of tiny sapphire eyes, measuring the wonder that I see. So in conclusion; genderless surprise, this child of newborn word resembles me.
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