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Believing in one’s ability cannot exceed an actual consequence - a poem. |
| A flowing in so glow-worthy - A feeling, fettered grace; High affronts to walls so earthy, Giving him the mace. Chasing all the forceful glamour, Halls now flanked by storage; Wouldn’t stockings beat the hammer? Feathered beaks, wings forage? An office leans towards bases; A home digests the warring; For the mind’s unfettered spaces, Aren’t the chasers scoring? A majestic fear awarding Partially felt, clear spacing; A blazing trust rewarding An eagle’s phone-like chasing… |