Aurum Soul

Ichor fountains feed freely

To crystallize a jaded valley

Rising up to a view of peachy reverence

Irradiating my vermilion overtness

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A palette makes a focal point.

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Fill these soles with celadon sand

So I may solidify like wind

Brace my knees with pewter bands

To hold the world from within

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A base to stand the tides.

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Levy my hips with ecru forces

In which I might sway

Fill my waist with topaz courses

Begin the flaming cabaret!

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A midriff that might just lie.

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Shadow my lungs with pale cold

Sure, believe what I said.

Layered with a cerise mould

Pure of heart it read

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A core to shield my stead.

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Run my fingers through ivory goo

Ladened with experience through

Feel the weight of umber eyes

Pierce the sight of swirling rye

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A nerve receiving some warmth.

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Before I'm seized by byzantium curses

Beaten for my vibrant tincture

Hear my plea, my broken verses

See my memoirs, my bigger picture

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A hope for real change.

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My palette had been mixed

Vice shaken, tricked.

Standing over me black and white

Drinking poison, how's that right?

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A miracle that you receive.

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The fountain spills over, into sight

Ichor to illuminate another plight.

With new light, shattering through prisms,

A diverging pride blooms into rhythm

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I will heal you.

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Taught to be carbon gray

Hardened by pressures, such this way

Made proud into a diamond soul

See me, when I'm made whole

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With Aurum, my skin, worth its weight in gold.