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Repugnant smell
Perspiration
Iron
Forsake the overworked.
Bodies
Solid
Ensemble
In sync
Precious
60 seconds
Turns to
60 minutes
Turns to
60 hours...
Perfection
But
Incapable…
Incompetent…
Inept?
Nevermore.
The gaudiness
The pageantry
The eminence
Although…
The vigor
The depth
The clout
It is me.
It will remain.
Forever.
One word:
Developed
My life.
Through the lapse of time
My shepherd,
Endowing my purpose.
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