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To go till the stars afar,
On wings of blue ever shine,
Bereft the poison longlast,
Believing a world of sparks,
Three rows of pines on each side.

Denial...

Betwixt a bolt and a thunder,
So yonder thought never this wonder,
Utmost by the chance of prayer,
Praying to oneself as defender,
A million of orchids laugh at.

Denial at times...

Faith liquid anointed at least,
The dirt road has spoken at last,
Infusion of red-mint aloof,
Proof rundowns these cracks,
Unlimited suns by the I.

Denial,
Denial...