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The spirit of choosing is a merciful desire - a poem. |
| Atop the fearful pails and seething gasps Lies a paramour of awestruck beaming. Razor-thin and radical, Amidst the triumphant wheel Of earthbound hopes and dreams, Aligned in penultimate harmony And advantageous reflections... Infinity’s classification yielded By unsubstantiated offers. But love, like most everything, Forgives a choice made in horror - A signatory blemish And traitorous vehicle; Whose sewing involves a quilt. For which blessings are taught Irrespective of desire. By an Almighty’s kingly, Vociferous roar. |