The empty plasma of overridden bromides
color the milestone in black;
fording pass the crumbled maze
and compendious restraining impulse,
comes brutish resentment,
where conspiring rivals compete
in camisade and strappado;
vernal battery from adolescent minds
for whom forego canon for entropy,
encroached, broken, and tattered hearts
the swells of youth,
malapert and malaised egoes
contest for love,
soon conquer the weaker foe,
looking back, savagery
always wins over acumen.
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