Shatter of a imagine regrade below an anchor hold crystal that form
valleys no loose cannon.
Many days hours and months search and regrade when it forms of such
antiqued
Of home ring a bell
Slow to ensure ache and dust forgotten days would one want
Memories to wake or enrage
Happiness place among depth like sea with no capital does it over
shadow
Or fall to up rise
Who or what thought place of rage or is a rage a hungry many men
Capture only what they notice
As to say age not that of maturity has it ways to show grace
What else best ways can a youth of age
Say the merely of days long a heart beats like soup that brawl
But holds to the drip of thirsty
All things in live has a way for judges is judges of
Judgement of judgement to the judge over and over
Weak taste or temp to avoid notice and
Captive sure to
Judgment
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