.All relaxed with nails bit to the quick while golden was the silence,
Like a foam filling the mouth of the exempt.
The burdened saw the damage, absorbed with our legs lost to heated white lies.
We remain to pull it's frame from the ashen wreck of anxiety,
Blown to conspicious borrowe.
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