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Love Life

As the ballast stables, to brace the core Of railroad ties, ships, ... steadying bases So moral codes tying the heart, must galore To ballast our repute from toppling paces. With divine, must we thrash a devil's creed: Of Acerbic vows, Sarcasm and Fatal brawl Such deathly weeds of a corrupted seed Lest we die, must we cast in a blazing bawl? The inscription love-life on a marble slate If one chooses - would be a purest portent.. So with time craters of Hell would be shut If vices would repent, would cap its vent Love suffices by flailing discrimination It's symphonic soothe, is a purest ration ©m.nash

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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