There is no tracing the complacency
of happiness; from -
difference of pushing
the limits upon another territory
- with a canon.
From the brief apocalypse:
thought in time that 'no' gift-any-longer
can it have received. . . as to be known.
My only hope is fair?
That in life my name
is honored!
The honor of a hero welcomed.
Such contingency.
Every memory in each moment.
The quality of such ambitions.
Some form of potential inerted with force.
A positive obsession.
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