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Choice left, when debris is right before me.

Handkerchief produced dash, though staved off friendly retreat.

Once upon a time though, the mirrors kept me at peace.

Council whisks and thyme, thou splendor shan’t deplete.

Over yonder, though wondering not, it’s

Linguistics you shan’t concede.

Aught to leave nothing in the winding breeze

Twister leaves honey faucets tapped in tunes.

Evolve this heart in an attempt to amuse.

May I admit I’m aware of the groove? though

I can’t help but notice the timelessness of mood.

Lingering through the simpler runes,

Kindling fires, brought a canvas for you.

Blanking in, whilst zoning out, key materials I compile,

Author prime examples of forgotten exile

Thought thy miserly thoughts could bring wild. A

Harpist taught me though, light is left in the righteous Green Mile.