Hushing with a warm willow sound
Bellowing breeze of confusion bound
Sometimes light darkens a canvass
With aroma in the midst of frayed taste buds
Hourly chapters and growly raptors
Comparisons fail to compromise
Nearing disaster comes fearing it faster
Death's inevitable- the end will surmise
Cordial charms form open arms
Proposals for the atomic bomb
Oil revenue from corporate stocks
And U.S. sanctions nuclear talks
In all distances, dividends billed
with secrets spilled
They're closer than they appear...
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