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Two Rides
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Frightful breaths that take
away the left of wrath--
that unto the thought they know
not it they shall rightly rake--
from the ones whose path
are set from they, not to grow

Not to grow unto the finest of
ones who’ve set out for what
is truly the given moments
of life, the trust of love,
the flow of memories not cut,
Life’s truly giving endowments

And rightly so do these fowl,
careless, unscrupulous acts ensue
from the ones that seek not of their life’s scrupulousness
and the bearing of light not consume
but of their lives being ever so dearly fraught

Yet those whose breaths of life
intake these worthy instants
of this everflowing ride
are the ones who greet in rife
and for the whole, the assistants
of the life they willingly bide!