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As the Broken Form Out of Pieces

The treasure we elude 'tis locked--it is buried Dormant, o', tower Riddance from shackling desire, In this siege of waking, prevailing; As truer intentions they could slander Dualities' consonance, Mustered, Past sights of treacherous oceans-- A path opens One's guide to the cosmos And its pathway through fires Is one but to shed Cindering feelings of righteousness Out of ashes thrusting 'lighter' Pheonix's arising, Cleanse all thundered brethren, Reminiscent of heaven's lightning...

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