I cringed beyond the changing stream,
Hinging on designs of an exchange of words;
Binges seemed the conversations of words
In flight, a binge of words was sacred.
Then I arranged a shallow lake to cross,
Seeking a safety net and food to take of in haste.
The barge was an enemy of the night next,
Badges were adorned in direct competition,
Bandages had to stay on, wounds needed healing.
The advantage of an arrangement was strong,
Average men of the glorious age were coming,
This much is truer and glorious.
I cringed beyond belief of brightness,
Then cuteness caused the tragic ending,
With blunt instruments and directness.
One was alert to certain words of astuteness,
The red signal was to disappear soon,
But this truth in the heart was to reappear.
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