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Validation – Perpetual Patterns
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This shield that I’ve crafted. Will withstand all attack. Its design has everlasted. All the objections I have had. I needn’t take it into battle. Lest it lose its lovely charm. It can’t be rattled. Though it would remove you from harm. Why do you unsheathe your sword? You put me on the defense. You swing at me? My shield splinters and dents. You swing again, you’re mad! My shield crumbles to the floor. And yet again, I’m glad. You have humbled me once more. I will clean up this mess. Should be thrown aw...
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Awe – Perpetual Patterns
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I see her sit down at the table. Her bag drops with muffled thump. She reaches for her favorite fable. The bookmark shows she’s almost done. Her hair shimmers as it flows. Her fingers tuck it behind her ear. Her shoulder bare with tilted clothes. She wears it without fear. She pulls one leg beneath the other. She stifles a laugh, her mouth covered. Lost in what she reads. She turns the page and shuts her eyes. To think upon the story. At her own pace, she starts to rise. And makes her way right towards me.
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Boredom – Perpetual Patterns
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She talks so much, more and more. About these things so useless. Her chalk is rough while on the board. How much longer can she do this. I stare outside and see the swings. They call for me inviting. I want to climb between the rings. The horse begs me to ride him. This sheet in front confuses so. It looks like gibberish. It seems to only prove I know. A tiny little bit. She stands behind, her pencil worn. And draws a swing through the equation. She flips one to other, born. Into a new location. Behind i...
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Drama – Perpetual Patterns
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This crown it tilts atop my head. I think I’ll need a new one. This sapphire has a tinge of red. I said I want a blue one. Ah, I look so dreadful in this dress. Where is that wretched little seamstress? She’ll yield to me a pound of flesh. No room for an ounce of weakness. What’s your name again? Pick that up from the floor! If you ever drop my train again. Who is that knocking at the door? 8220;Ma’am I loathe to bring these tidings. But I’ve been asked to be the martyr. The prince has gone in hiding.
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Comfortability – Perpetual Patterns
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The soft caress of the clouds. Make my steps ever weightless. I gaze upon the earthly ground. And know that none can ever take this. I lose my balance and plummet. Soaked beads whipping my face. I find my feet at a summit. Seeming to come away unscathed. But under the rain and the hail. I feel pelts that leave bruises. I should be scared, but I fail. To take cover, the truth is. With my head lifted up. And my face numb with hurt. I cannot seem to get enough. But alas, I must return. When you get into a r...
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Presumption – Perpetual Patterns
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The beast towered above the men. Whose pitchforks prodded in outrage. It viciously growled in order to send. Them back to where crowds came. The child was stuck atop the tree. They couldn’t abandon their young. Wielding torches, they yelled and screamed. Flames flickered from every tongue. The beast dropped back to shield its face. Then stared at the boy cornered. Its monstrous paw lifted and raised. The villagers gasped in horror. With a smile and squeal of delight. The child leaped on to the hand.
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Desertion – Perpetual Patterns
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This land of sanded desert. Brings me such misery. I cannot stand the weather. I bake beneath the heat. I come upon a town of few. With morsels scattered on the ground. They’re bitter when I try to chew. Can’t force them to go down. I find a solitary well. Its foul liquid makes me choke. I feel I’m being dragged through hell. My grip it slips from hope. I crawl my way up one steep dune. And look on the horizon. Like magic came to give me proof. I walk towards a little island. Lush greens stud the oasis.
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Noise – Perpetual Patterns
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I stand here where the streets cross. In the busy of the day. I watch the bright lights lead off. My arms lift up to feel. The speed as it whisks by. I smell the burning steel. That rises to the sky. The honks and shouts and yells. Only bring with them distraction. I care not what he sells. I only look to find his passion. My words are never uttered. Unless they serve a need to learn. The noise flows to the gutter. While the truth it is discerned. I stand here as the night falls. And the city lays asleep.
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Inactivity – Perpetual Patterns
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I circle the mountain. My eyes to the stars. I think I can count them. If I try very hard. The peak to my right. Is so far away. It reaches the sky. I can’t start today. These stars on the other hand. I can see right from here. Who else but me understands. How to keep them all clear? I need to turn just a bit. For my count to continue. No time for me to sit. There’s much for me to get through. After hours pass by. I am content enough to stop. I look behind me, oh my! I’ve made it to the top! Are you ment...
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