Down dusty lanes we travel, under sunset heat living broken dreams; bruises on our heels from gravel. Figures hunched in defeat, though our time has yet to unravel- soaked from getaway streams. Shadow skips on land, our eyes fixed on the destination, dirty fingers imagining wealth; although nothing grand, is designed in our estimation we wil fight for our stand. Drink to our health! Friendship has no restriction, strange and unseen to many eyes, truely humane is those who stay true. There ain't one prediction, so don't search for a prize- faith is wrote in fiction. Horizon touching the end of day, weary but unconquered bodies, survival of the chosen sight. No surrender today, in perceveirance, achievemnt embody's. Only a dozen more times to stay, nearing the end of the fight. Purity visions stained by man, the squealing plunge at the cliff. Death touches every blade of grass, despite doing all we can bodies now laying stiff; through out every time span, dreams shattered like glass. |

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I especially like how the descriptions are either visual or mental. The explanation wasn't mind blowing, but it was pretty close to it.
All and all, I really like it
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Life is like a dream.
Live it before it disappears.
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"My teeth were jail bars, unsurpassable
So those words remained within my head"
Aeziba, 'Tell Me What To Say'.
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Life is like a dream.
Live it before it disappears.
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