Strange to bar
The enclave of sense
Caving in absolute disclosure
A clarity well mixed
Revealing the sensitive ambrosia
A cynic’s deceit of irony
Bearing souls
Their ideological weight
They mustn’t shiver beneath the shudders
A battery well exhuming our composure
A veil shy to compose our fate
Rotary evolving the trapeze stoic
An element we imagine
Lonesome
Only to our (stale-mate)
In Catolic (heat/closure)
To find that we need not be saved
Only (martyred/bartered)
That sordidly
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