The pol I grip a quip in the crosshairs, I dare not flinch is silence my breath a gasp could shatter my dare. On my knee steady as can be is my bravery is an eternity fall back on the past that was hurried and harry. The path to the present paved in chivalry how crisp is history. Ecliptic is our destiny defining our infamy abreast the dust of ancestry. Hollow is the facts passed by the obvious, like a hiss but just a miss. A last the past did I realize that which is a error I won't despair I am the mold that holds the fold of ambiguity.
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