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I can pose light as green,

The pressure engulfed by the beam,

Faces center sideways the crust,

Rolling manna dew in the dust,

Appointing the undertaker to dig the grave,

Raiding the cupboard in a peeking fake,

Alive in this body the pressure builds,

People pulling the adjudicated feel,

Standing outside the sun pulsates,

Clear or cloudy the light intakes,

The salt shaved from the rock of grain,

Eating off the lawn of eternal flames,

Mirrors invite the presence of Genesis,

Eyes opened by the torment of women,

Selecting the police choice of commune,

Small city, small place, big boom.

Children respond to love by diversity,

Supported by their peers of certainty,

Life begins with the crave of constituency,

Until you find the brains of uncertainty,

A wire leads to an ale of a tale,

Hovered by dregs of a forgotten jail.