Ways too – they drift

Paths collude on produce of grace.

Delights stumble on tropical summers.

Shimmers of bright clove grasses pass their beauty to insects in uni-form.

Smirks turn to glossy fears that inhibit souls within walls.

For some way to self seems a breach of contract.

Whoever posed the fine print sure is mellow and dramatic.

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