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words i wish to make archival
a complacence one would love to prolong
what sun sees not its own arrival?
the show that doesnt know it must go on.
sifting the bittersweetness from my sorrow
the kind i will rewind, tomorrow.
he is the flood that fights my fire
claiming beauty in black charred debris
building roads from what was burnt desire
pouring peace on the phoenix in me
untamed souls so loathe control
we fuel ourselves on independence
but a life may come who smites your numb
not every change is an amendment...
11:00 PM
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