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Irradiation


As the waves throw off the crown, fuzzy memories restore
Bending the jagged back from feet soft and cold
Along with roars piecing bone, lifting up rose hearts
Meant to be brick, but still made from clay


Jump back to the break line!
Dash as a burning foam
Confess to the compass that hold solace
Carried by owned words, not conjunctions crunching skies 


Walk through and in the webs
Catch what hides and let it go
Leap with the wave and hold some stones
For if the bad things come, wave and sway them home


Rings in the world continue to rise,
Balancing the order with the banes
As these fidgets spin, old roads grow and remove abase
For no harm mends innocence
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