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The Challenge
Flourished in romance, a tank filled gas. Rotting erosive beatific motion.
Flowers for the damned. I can't imagine a world without this pain.
Elastic hearts crash back at waves faked craves of diligent slaves slept corrosive in vain.
Was it fake?
I doubt the doubts I have with memories and trips down a lane once shared by another,
impaired by walls scorched with blunders of uncertainty.
100% is what she deserved and I played it well enough,
a professional dramaturge to works that scintillate the curves of a bare canvas.
A mural of blankets tint: sky.
Delicious mint sipped thoroughly from less intended flint to ignite dry tinder left barren and unreachable till the ponies came marching in carrying a new empress fulfilled to crazy daze and discreet praise.
The unworthy delay, can't break the faith but can't commit to live the dreams he claims.
Was any of that a truth?
All it knows, a flame ignited and burned the walls down and in the ember lay a Chaste hound, bayed.
Bated breath and whispers.
The ships ashore but leaving.
Maybe I'll extend doc's claim but it never was about what the mind had to say.
Just a heart, crippled and cluttered for skin and tongue and bone
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I know I dont give feedback too often but I must say this is truly an artistic piece!! great work.