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Incoherent

The elegant bliss, of a softened kiss
has harshened the blow, of an idealistic glow.
And an intense benevolence, has lessened the chance
of a frightening tyrannical rule.
Some heightened risk, has plummeted through
the warranted rate of solitude
and breaking bands of extravagant lands
are rimming the skies of hopeful demands.
A gracious influx of garnering peace
will circumvent extremities
of crucified, bare boned lies
resting in, facetious casualties.
Where the truth in the game, is circumstantial of pain
resounding in, the relative gain.


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