I walk a slightly different path
And seem outcast, yet I do know last
It is the math that fails me right;
Difference in feelings yet righteousness throughout life
Gentle grasp and grace; consciously knowing all rights for you
In line are sights derived from paths grown high for you
Enlist, bathe cold transpired or hot as the Nile
Tempt is not foul.
For you.
Only the glistening act of the cloud could ponder “rift chain broken glass.”
Reenact without the past, gripping the fast charted pace of age; accept fate.
Do break glass.
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