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We find ourselves in different shelves in life to shape and sharpen thoughts Thinking for a greater tomorrow just to breath the fresh beat of earth Thunder strikes creating lighting to capture images that would last for Gods Miming our moves as we elevate invention that was innovated by sin Sinister mystery laying differently like last crast for peasents Scrubing for more bread to eat to tick for tomorrow Loosing hope soul attracted by soil splash flash dashed to the last inch of whiskey Hearing whisper commencing prophecy plants combined to formulate a form of answer Swearing for forgotten days to play Oh child find what was made for us tomorrow to pledge probably gaze all bubbles nibbled through the wall Who is this fancy face phased with the atmospheric figment Waiting to be tint in colours of rainbow Bow to vowl historical metaphor Finding improper fraction fusing the leftover gas Past hindered through the hour glass are the days of our lives going to be like this Drilling drops of unravelling all travelers camping all army. Ash N.N

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