Inception of duress
The test
Two outcomes
The vest
Inside conundrums
Beating away
From your heart
Inclusion
Time gifts
But its also
A native giver
Delivers
So the gimmicks of
A gift horse
May end
And you don't have a
Saddle to ride off
In the sunset
No more happiness
But a piece of this 3.14
Most of it had been
Distributed by his imps
You longing for fresh air
So you stay close
To the vents to invent
How to release your expressions
Because inside you are looking
For progression
Deception becomes the riddle
And its answers
Are far from view
But touching could be
More advantageous
Soulfully there is no limit
In your faith
By Deon Souldier Ballard
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