What could hinder this haste
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Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain
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In all this muzzled distaste
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I brush the vial hoping to misplace
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Cover me with soil and tread
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Drape me with flames this frock of disdain
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Stop this sunken ravine pull out the slate
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From under me
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This kingdom in the quilt of demand
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Forces the conquer of the plan
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Within The Quilt Of Demand
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| Shannon Wright |
