fantasy faction
it's there in the drawer 
no sound but traction 
impassable score 

competitive blister 
you may just pop 
trust in a whisper 
beware of the top 

built on the storm 
steel rain will drop 
function fights form 
flower salad crop

razed by the wolves 
a metaphor crime 
tears fall from hooves 
whose horses are time 

many the night 
up on the hour 
thirty least light 
scorched eye not sour

filter the wind
sullen the spoke 
cycled and spinned 
improperly broke

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