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Brandish solely yourself
Whole within the graces of truth
Seek not one fabric or strand
To mask the virtue
Clutched by your faultless being
Stand true
Wonderfully lonesome
Deferring cold
And taken in warm
Voyage within
And tame all simmering doubts
Brazen and unfazed
Beautifully reckless
Ever stoic, in tides of fear and disdain
Who are you?
Lofty and unafraid
Garbed in yourself
Set above cowering masses
Who we are
Wobbles before your treads
Our past weighed thoughtfully
And folded into the future’s flair
Gone are the hours of mystery and despair
With stranded luxuries that teamed on high
Farewell to days of coldly barred wonder
Where roving eyes were cruelly sent adrift
Here’s to all
Loving fabrics
No matter stemmed afar or closely knit
The indwelling niche that burns within
The ceaseless yearning, that shall swell and ascend
Embrace the contours
Your own mind lovingly bestows
Whole within the graces of truth
Seek not one fabric or strand
To mask the virtue
Clutched by your faultless being
Stand true
Wonderfully lonesome
Deferring cold
And taken in warm
Voyage within
And tame all simmering doubts
Brazen and unfazed
Beautifully reckless
Ever stoic, in tides of fear and disdain
Who are you?
Lofty and unafraid
Garbed in yourself
Set above cowering masses
Who we are
Wobbles before your treads
Our past weighed thoughtfully
And folded into the future’s flair
Gone are the hours of mystery and despair
With stranded luxuries that teamed on high
Farewell to days of coldly barred wonder
Where roving eyes were cruelly sent adrift
Here’s to all
Loving fabrics
No matter stemmed afar or closely knit
The indwelling niche that burns within
The ceaseless yearning, that shall swell and ascend
Embrace the contours
Your own mind lovingly bestows
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absolutely beautiful...hooked from that first line...your words seemed written to that inner self who sometimes still feels naked and vulnerable in the light of society's eye...the words flowed with a cadence of light and dark...past and future meshing together in that perfect blend of 100% cool...very nice work...and GREAT comment btw! 
