Folks who claim they’re not afraid oft blurt a kind of hope delayed, not what’s in fact felt to be the case yet wish to sway a self portrayed as true contrivance on display before the unbrave who see beyond imaginary silver lines of bad storms the cloud enshrouded mind divine who forgets the garment torn
from blind Tiresias eyes this,
his innocent wisdom thrice reborn.

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