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Ambrosia lines the paseo to the soul, acquitted years ago
moments in time, that touched down-
landing all its contents in a convenient package, called life
...heartbeats racing through the speedway of your heart,
embracing for the finish line...

Each second ticks away; germinating around the arena of the cosmos
intensity grows, deepens with each nectar word said, to rise and fall
between the disrobing breadths of time... When the clock strings
begin to snap, and all is still...

Sipping on the characters of fine wines, and violin philharmonics
eternity sometimes tends to slip through your fingertips, slithering
through the breeze of today's emotion... Moments to cradle inside
the souls of ancient lore, and modern day scrolls...

I remain settled, sun-swayed by hatred.... the skin naked, spreading
over my palms... Eyes bestowal its nestled tongue, the displayed patron
...its earth swallows, and maintains, shedding the sadness, the weak,
and isolated tears... scooping love all around...

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