My bones are beautiful where they rest
In the crux of your loving disposition
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There is wonder in romance,
In the capacity of a soul
That had seemed too savage
For reprieve
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Poetry is composed
As a human heart
Wild but reticent
I divide continents
And constituents
Into chambers for both
Conquest and exaltation
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There’s nothing as decadent as introspection
The dimensions I’ve seen overtake the stars
In both eradicative and incendiary capacity
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This is a hint for the prompt
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