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Is all that glitters really gold?

Set a twinkle in thine eye
Let it fade only within time
Rekindle a lost spirit
With aid of a serenade, sublime

Do you feel it?
The infatuated vine
Spiraling around your spine
Blooming then only to design destruction and decline

The malign
Aligning your spirit to be spiteful and unkind
Simply designed in the beauty
Yet unfailingly the downfall and sign

Am I twisted?
Or simply unassisted
Bliss and wisdom fight in me
I find the best and the faults in me

Exalts
And judgments by default
So in the name of the acclaimed
I proclaim this assault defeated




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