Dismantled In The Open
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The show completely whirls me over.
Each device has its stance grow closer.
Dreams are being shattered in some way.
Lead to tying up a chain of fears of dismay.
You can't fly with an extensive period of pain.
Farewell kisses are altogether the grave vain.
The trip of a wet bird is bound to decay.
How leads are adored softly by a waterway.
Leave on an excursion to greatness.
Divine love streams from the fireless.
Take a walk around the radiant weather.
Initial impressions of a bizarre culture.
Wind, trill, age flying ring a mighty bell to mind.
Is it fair to note death now that I'm outside?
Written: October 19, 2021
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